Milburn are, apparently, friends with the Arctic Monkeys. Of course, this is by no means a guarantee of quality. In fact, it's probably the opposite: most bands have a lot of cack handed, tuneless 'friends' who occasionally delude labels into releasing the odd single. Going back through history, there were probably a few piss poor piano symphonies sold on the pitch; "I'm mates with that Mozart fella".
Fortunately, it seems the Monkeys found an affinity with Milburn because of a shared interest. Namely, they've spent a sizable portion of their tender years holed up in a practice room perfecting chart bothering garage rock.
Dominated by sharp lyrics mentioning kidnap and "coppers" and a cocky riff like a gang of "hoodies" trying to a avoid an ASBO, it all descends into the obligatory shouty chorus. Yes, it's familiar, but it still sounds great. Like drinking, there's always time for another.
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