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All indie mockery (mockerindie, anyone?) aside, what the Holloways are doing very well at the moment is making songs which sound like a travelling carnival, and with lyrics which are kind of serious and kind of funny all at the same time. Like the first verse here, which is all about the kind of dirty looks you get when you come out for a dance and a bit of a snog, but you look like you've just been digging up weeds all day long.

For some reason, the dirt, sweat-sheen and general rankness of the Holloway pulling costume hasn't dampened their optimism. These are men who are SURE they can walk away with the girl if they just swagger enough, and sing every chat-up line in close harmony, while tipping a roguish wink at the girl with the cheeky grin and the taste for a bit of wild fun.

And, y'know, there's a lot to be said for this approach. It's the sexual magnetism equivalent of putting on a happy face to lift your spirits. If you act like you're exciting, fun and charismatic, and you don't have, like, teeth growing out of your forehead or anything weird like that, maybe you ARE exciting, fun and charismatic.

Of course, it helps to be in a band, especially a band who make happy-go-lucky music like this, and to remember to bring a bit of self-depreciating humour with you - like pointing out you can't dance. Otherwise you could just come across as a bit of a gimp. Know your limits, that's the lesson here..

Download: Out now
CD Released: September 24th

(Fraser McAlpine)