Roll up, roll up ! There's a storm a-brewing and you really want to be part of it. Frustration is spreading over Britain faster than foot and mouth disease and before normal service is resumed you can bet that someone is gonna get slaughtered.

There's no denying that we're walking the face of a pretty screwed up planet but that's where music always came in. Once it was a salvation but no-more: The Manics don't practise what they preach as they ramble on about the politics of the far-left yet are overawed when in the presence of tinpot Hitler Fidel Castro, a man who surely, would have had no problem whatsoever with Richey's sexual leanings.

Thankfully it's not all doom and gloom and it'd be a safe bet if you put your house on Miss Black America ripping rock a new arsehole.

This is the finest debut single to be released so far this year with only 'The Modern Age' by the Strokes coming even remotely close.

Lead track 'Human Punk' is a song to which you may cautiously apply the over-used term 'life-affirming'. It certainly renders corporate rock bores the Manic Street Preachers and Mansun redundant even if the influence of the two on the band is clear. Although lyricist Seymour Glass has detached himself from the subject of the song one can sense that it is autobiographical and that he is the human punk and he is 'ready to die to keep the rock and roll dream alive'.

The final track, 'White Noise Inc.', is a call to arms. Miss Black America rallying their own troops and sticking their collective middle finger up to the rest of the world. When the Miss Black America manifesto says 'Let the white noise take you over' it's not a command. It's an acceptance of the inevitability of fate. The other track 'Scream for Me' may occupy fairly traditional middle ground but it barely matters. It's time to rejoice because music has finally delivered a band that we could quite feasibly fall in love with.