There's always one guy who turns up at the party completely mashed at 4am, wonders where the hell everyone else is (they've gone home) and does their damnest to get everyone going again. Even though those people really don't want to.

Black Velvets offer Big stomping boogie woogie rock with just enough glam for the girls. Sadly though, we just can't shake off that whole 'it's-all-a-bit-Stereophonics-really' thing, no matter how classy the production or how reasonably catchy the core of the song is.

Comparable to the great, lost thunder-and-leather proper rock movement of 2002-3, it appears that all its mates have already left the party. Damn.