Hosanna in the fuckin' highest and cry bloody havoc. The Darkness live album is upon us (their preferred position) so get down on your knees (Oi, Oi!) and give thanks and praise. Words are but paltry things, and hardly equal to the task, but I shall do my best, handicapped as I am by the limits of language, to describe the wonders contained within this Pandora's box (wink, wink) of tricks.

If you have basked in the light of The Darkness live - if you haven't, consider yourself accursed, and immediately flagellate yourself with one of those pious anti-wank whips - then you should have an inkling of what's coming - quite possibly you.

Behold the opening riff of the mighty 'Black Shuck' ("That dog don't give a fuck!") as it lands like a fridge on a toe. Marvel at the intricacies of 'One Way Ticket', which would have even my old carnival pal No-Neck Joe headbanging like billy-o. If you happened to be holding a pet or a small child as 'Solid Gold' leaps from the speakers, you'd hurl it out the window, reasoning, quite rightly, that rock of such immense, supernatural power leaves one with little choice but to throw shapes, and babies.