Straight out of France comes a record that barely gives you time to catch your breath. Six songs, no filler, no ballads, no messing about - just teenage punk rock, raw garage guitars and enough attitude to leave tyre marks on your turntable.

Friday My Lady sound like they grew up on a steady diet of The Real Kids, Dead Boys and the first wave of belgium garage punk. (KIDS!!!). The guitars are loud without becoming metal, the melodies stick instantly and every chorus feels like it was written to be screamed back from the front row of a sweaty basement show.

At barely EP length, this thing is over almost before you've finished your first beer. That's exactly why you'll flip it over and start again. Fast, catchy and gloriously scruffy - just the way teenage punk rock is supposed to sound.