Widespread derision? Check. ‘Interesting’ Haircuts? Check. Extensive Makeup? Check. Ridiculously tight jeans? Check. Cravats? Check. Waistcoats? Check. Pointy indie shoes? Check. Trendy influences? Check. Blues based balls to the wall punk n roll? Check. Not the Eighties Matchbox B-line Disaster? Check. Howling careering Organ? Check. Crypt-walking bass? Check. Vocalist sounds like Trent Reznor deepthroating the microphone? Check. Squalling arrhythmic Guitar Line? Check. Crunching drums with too much crash cymbal? Check. More racket than a town full of Chinese wind chimes made of shattering glass in a hurricane? Check. More balls than any other mainstream ‘Indie’ band out there right now? Check. Eats The View before breakfast even starts? Check. Unafraid to walk the line between the scene and popularity? Check. Exciting? Check. Enthralling? Check. Bucking the trend? Check. Boring and generic fashion based tripe? Hell no.