It's fair to say that we need the Pink Greases of the world. As suitably chin-stroking and worthy the likes of your 'real' favourite rock bands are, life would be odiously grey and crap without the odd fistful of shiny dirt smeared across your face.

‘Strip’ is a meaty, Mid Wester of a dirty rock song, and it flails about menacingly indeed. Filthy guitars nearer to synths cruise metronomically, while lyrically, it's suitably lace and leather.

Of course it all hangs on a joyously sizeable chorus. Think King Adorra without the innate brick layer embarrassment… and then bung on an ever bigger pile of sex.

Brain-free hot fudge. Delicious.