In a bizarre fashion, Cornershop are turning into one of the most reliable singles bands around, pulling gem after gem out of the bag. Adopting an almost jaunty, bongo led rhythm, topped off with phat keyboards and chunky guitars; they even manage to pull off the notoriously tricky task of featuring a bunch of kids singing on the chorus and not sounding crap.

Hell only knows what the song is all about (the 1974 World Cup Final pops up at one point) but long may they continue to brighten our lives.