Remember last year, when The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster was the name to drop? As top rock tabloid totty, relatively little was expected of them, but this single proves that they’re more than just a haircut band. It’s a brooding, crunchy moment of B-movie goth perfection. Evoking the meaty likes of Motocaster, Rocket From The Crypt or Girls vs Boys, we’re talking feel-good grungy goings-on. Nasty and menacing stuff, but in a really good way.