What is it about Sheffield? In the past few months, an assortment of sound-alike bands have sprung out from the Yorkshire city, seeking the same meteoric rise to fame as indie demi-gods Arctic Monkeys. Wishful thinking, because these bands scream out average from every ‘witty’ lyric and insipid verse. One of these bands is Little Man Tate, and their second single with V2 – ‘House Party At Boothy’s’ - possesses precious little substance.

It starts off so well: the lively tempo backed by a memorable riff hints at something a bit better than the verse that succeeds it. Soon after, all that promise is lost in a swathe of cultural references, manly chants and tired guitar chords that local counterparts Milburn might even be ashamed of. The lyrics are, of course, one of the main inadequacies of the song: throwing up, passing out, and playing the Playstation are the central themes, all done in a narrative that sounds ever so contrived, and equally annoying.

I’m just hoping the ship has already sailed for bands like Little Man Tate, as I’m tired of them already.