You'd be sensible for thinking Yeah Yeah Yeahs are just the more-style-over-less-substance cousins of The Strokes. It's easy to be put off by fashion magazine spreads and ridiculous Tim Burton haircuts when you're sat on holiday in Bognor, wearing Converse trainers with holes in and the last piece of clothing you bought: a two-year-old band t-shirt currently sporting a displeasing toothpaste stain. This band isn't meant for people who sit on the internet looking for Postal Service remixes.

Then the undeniable riff of 'Cheated Hearts' crawls into the world like an Underground train at first before building to the kind of crescendo they outlawed in 1969 for fear of tremors. It then drops for one of the greatest moments in living blurred indie-memory, all shattered-disco-ball "doo-oooh-ooh"s while Karen O drizzles, with a slight cat-purr croak, that she thinks she’s "bigger than the sound". Then Nick Zinner hits his [insert public health warning about here] gravity-bending, crank-it-to-one-hundred-and-eleven super peddle and a wall of noise hits home like a tsunami full of carnival rides. If by now you're not breathless, you probably like Jet.

Put simply, this is one of the songs of the year for the fashionistas and the indie geeks alike. Believe the hype, buy into the myths and prepare to start maxing out your credit card to dress really-really stupid, whilst realising scenesters are just geeks like you.