Imagine The Runways on an 18-30 holiday armed with a sackful of stolen AC/DC riffs, dog-eared copies of Creem magazine and a Royal Trux bootleg and you’re halfway there. The Donnas turn the gender tables on high school testosterone rock, specialising in dirty denim riffs, meaty, beaty, big, bouncy choruses and more barefaced cheek than a John Waters movie. If you want to sample the sweat-and-patchouli reek of a time when dinosaurs (and Ted Nugent) walked the earth, check this out.

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