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into The Strokes third album territory is Inigo Montoya with their post punk experimental pop. The spiky and ridiculously catchy guitar line glitters over big beats before a Cribs-esque chantey chorus bursts into play in the first of three spanking new tunes from the Newcastle three piece on ‘High By Half Past’. The vocals even sound like Casablanca, did he guest? But it is catchy and cleverly arranged pop that leads you down a path of nostalgia, a time when music was different, meaningful and less manufactured.

‘There’s no Meaning’ is another retro slice of naughties indie, you could imagine a pop art video to go with. The riff cuts up the track with a heavy burst of headbanging before getting all sci-fi with electronic high pitched squeals.

The last of the three ‘Thunder Cannon’ a brilliant in your face ballsy anthem opening with a dirty grunt of ‘URGGGH’. Inigo Montoya should be listened too loud, in sweaty basement bars where you aren’t afraid to throw yourself off the nearest wall in celebration. Take us back to our youth where we didn’t give a shit and all we wanted was to have fun, wear ill fitting clothes, skip breakfast, go clubbing and stick the V’s up to our mothers…fuck yeah! Yes they sound like The Strokes, and yes they sound like The Cribs, but come on it sounds bloody awesome.