While there’s plenty of geographical signifiers on their debut, it’s almost topographic in its approach, without hooks and choruses so much as map-like layouts of mountains and sloping valleys.

Shut up, Pitchfork.

Something more locally, do we think it’s possible this review was written by a sound engineer?

The most obvious thing to begin with is how good the **** sound live. Some bands are predominantly studio acts who don’t quite achieve – on-stage – the high production levels they regularly get in a recording. The reverse is true for other bands – they are energised by the audience, able to squeeze a fraction more from themselves in their live performances than their studio work. The **** cut right across these two categories. Their studio work is tight, punchy and professional and their live performance cuts it on every single level.

They have an edge that many punk rock icons might have had once upon a time, before forgetting what it’s all about. The **** are lean and hungry. And British. And professional. The band let absolutely no-one down; they perform 100% for the crowd every time they’re on stage.

This isn’t a band doing covers, this isn’t a talentless bunch of no-ability, no-chancers getting by on material written for them. These boys perform their own material – and it’s chart material right from the outset.

They only perform 100%? We expect nothing less than 110%. Sorry.