Dur-dur-dur-dur, dur-dur-dur, dur-dur-dur-dur...The Fratellis seem to be on a Kasabian-like mission to release the booziest tunes of the year. If Creepin Up The Back Stairs is the 9 o'clock second pint that gets you going, and Henrietta the 10:30 when things start getting messy, Chelsea Dagger is that depraved moment ten minutes before (late) closing.
This is a bona fide anthem for indie discos, football terrace chants and festival merriness. Just listening to the thing conjures images of lager sodden dance floors, large men hugging each other in the throes of cup final ecstasy, minxy indie chicks dancing uncontrollably.
With a touch of glam, a few Glasgow nights and a chorus that should be slapped with an ASBO, The Fratellis can add their names to the ever expanding list of sound of the summer. Except in Huddersfield. They'll use any excuse to start a riot up there.
