Crosbi singer Andy Jones may sound like the ABSO-laden bastard son of Ian McCulloch, with a bee in his bonnet and a wasp down his trousers, but don't let that label them as 80s revivalists.

The five-piece from Wrexham are all about the here and now, and drip with the vitality that has drenched the crowds at so many of their heroic hometown live shows.

But 'Coastline' is all about breaking away from the safety of those cosy pints down the local and those same old faces on the same old streets. It's about breaking free and following your dreams, and so quite rightly stomps with a defiance that has set their stall out early. It's the point where Crosbi have come of age.

Where their debut single Sonny showcased their infectious sing-along choruses, 'Coastline' grabs you by the neck and screams down your ears. The pounding drums and percussion keep you reaching for the repeat button like a demented monkey that never gets tired of dancing. If Noel Gallagher heard this single he'd love it so much he might well follow through into his designer pants, but he would never admit it because he'd realise his own band of aging dad-rockers are well and truly past their sell-by date. And after all, there's no dignity in shitting yourself.