Five fiery tracks of Buckfast-fueled mayhem from Glasgow, this EP makes one hell of a statement. It’s hooky, punk-laced, and bloody fun party music, like Parklife or Common People but reimagined with a serious slice of Glasgow grit, hedonism and carnivalesque bravado. Every song here could be a single. Depressed Beyond Tablets contrasts lyrics about emotional collapse with irresistibly cheerful riffs, whilst Just Desserts grooves with swagger, and stylistically this might be punk, but the EP grooves harder than that, carrying an indie-pop catchiness that’s been blowtorched round the edges.

Cool To Drive is only sixteen minutes long, and man it makes that time count. Every riff is sculpted to explode, with hilarious, frustrated lyrics howling at modern life, addiction, absurdity, and ennui, chronicling drug binges, regret, and self-destruction with classic Scots-born heaviness. This is loose and loud in the best way, far more intense than your average indie band, but not confined by punk orthodoxy. You can feel that these guys love making a racket together. This is what happens when you filter Britpop anthemics through whiskey, ketamine, and bad decisions, sounding like they’ve just survived a four-day bender and they’re ready for a fight at last orders. You’d be hard-pressed to find a frontman with more chaotic charisma than Barry Dolan, perhaps Shaun Ryder if he could actually scream in time and hit some notes. He sounds truly weathered, not some primped indie frontboy, with a completely unhinged delivery sounding absolutely massive, but never taking itself too seriously. The humour is dark and self-destructive, dancing in the ashes of modern life, with laugh-out-loud refrains reading like the private diary of someone who knows he’s in far too deep. This EP is the soundtrack to an absolute belter of a night out with the rare quality of being genuinely mass-appeal while still sounding dangerous.