Human? Nah. More like alien mutants from the planet Indie, here to jerk and jar there way to world domination with a series of damn near perfect singles. Like most (all?) Rakes songs, it's about women, beer, and cathartically expunging it all on a sticky dancefloor when an excess of the later leads to a deficiency of the former.
And they still, remarkably, make staggering over to the blonde at the bar claiming "Ish not as think as you drunk I am", before collapsing in a heap and throwing up in her handbag sound darkly romantic, rather than the musical equivalent of Club Reps Uncut.
Even the impression that, should it do well, it'll appear on a new special edition of Capture/Release quicker than you can say "Easy cash-in? It's alright! It's alright!" can't sink it. Reliably marvelous, the song may change, but the outcome remains the same: you really can't beat a bit of Rakes.
