My First Time are the latest act from Bristol demanding your complete attention with a four-track twelve minute EP that’s extremely enjoyable. Britpop for 2026, catchy as hell, pushed right into the red the formula is simple and effective with huge chunky drums, massive bass and big fat synthesizers. The lyrics are simultaneously hilarious, sardonic, self-depracating and completely unbelievable in their celebration of hedonism. Think Blur’s simple hooks married to the wit of Jarvis Cocker, and then make the whole cocktail scuzzier, druggier, and much louder.

Three of the four songs are about taking drugs (and the fourth probably is as well) documenting the first years of adulthood with a frankness and a comedic arrogance that is, if you can remember your early twenties, probably quite an accurate portrayal of what it actually looks like. Vocalist Isaac Stroud-Allen is an absolute character sounding like a deliberately arrogant sod throughout with an over the top persona that’s comedic and unapologetic, and the band behind him are much more interested in making one enormous surge of noise than playing anything complicated. Picture of Health opens the EP as a drug binge banger and a tribute to hedonism from every conceivable angle, and The Kids Are is even faster and punchier rattling through a list of substances and methods of dissociation including drugs and phones and drugs and phones and drugs and phones. It’s tremendous indie disco material and a very realistic portrait of what early adulthood in Bristol actually looks like. Celebrity is two and a half minutes of pure comedic gold with a fixation on Timothée Chalamet that’s hilarious and bangs hard, and Wellington Boots closes the whole thing on a comedown sounding like a Pulp hangover tune. My First Time have announced themselves with confidence and considerable noise. Bristol keeps delivering, this lot are going to be huge.