Following the shimmering surf rock guitar intro to the latest single from this North London teenage quintet you half expect a Quentin Tarantino movie to come bursting through the door with guns blazing and profanities flying.
Instead The Race becomes somewhat more pedestrian, more a polite knock and nothing more threatening than a nice, buzzing organ and some strings. They are somewhat akin to their peers The Kooks, though a hell of a lot more interesting. The band are all taking a break to concentrate on their upcoming A levels. A wise decision – they might come in handy some day.