WHAT'S THE STORY? Debut from r'n'b-flirting Chicago quartet who clearly don't own a single hairbrush between them. The cliched scruffy gits in suits look rises again.

TO BE HONEST: Surely that's not John Lennon swearing his cherubically constructed head off, spewing out profanities like "what the f**k" and fronting a kind of fuzzy all-era The Beatles who've been partially sidetracked by their younger siblings' Television vinyl collection?

NOPE: Okay, well it sounds like it. Resounding thumbs up, we say.