I feel obliged to issue a disclaimer before I venture to deeply into the work of London’s We Happy Few. Blues rock has never been a genre I’ve had much affection for. It’s to often been the victim of self-posturing or a lack of edge, leaving it devoid of swagger, the very quality that it hopes to convey above all others. Thankfully We Happy Few are a happy exception to this. Their music is sexual, filthy in places, raucous and would decorate the jukebox at any bar during an evening of epic drinking. In short, it’s what the dilettantes hate and is what the Kings of Leon would like to be, a bunch of guys who live the rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle and haven’t just read about it in books. Each song is also underpinned with a strong pop sensibility and real sense of fun. With Trouble Tonight they manage to take the essence of Garbage’s miserablist classic Stupid Girl and make it a sing-along bar song. California conjures up images of driving openshirted, hair flaying in the wind, the sun bouncing off your sunglasses and your Stetson keeping the heat at bay through the desert. My personal favourite is Sittin’ Pretty, which is like the Stooges, Rolling Stones and Primal Scream trying to out-drink each other whilst they fight for each others guitars. A band I would really enjoy seeing live and who would really enjoy being seen live.