What is this crazy, bleepy indie music?! Didn't The Cooper Temple Clause get me all excited about this four years ago?! This is 2005. Nowadays you're meant to win shit by wearing tweed and trilbies ‘n' stuff, not with some baggy Manc swagger and goddamn longhair beardos. This Sean/Bobbie wannabe sings it over and over ‘til OBVIOUSLY you remember it but... that ain't a hook, that's just flinging as much shit against the wall as you can in the hope that some sticks. Cutt Off? Cut(t) my ears off more like [chortle]. This is crap, by the way. Don't buy it.