Little Man Tate - ‘House Party At Boothy’s’ (V2) Released 21/08/06

Gloriously unoriginal and Britpop, this is an insanely, unashamedly instant gratification knees up of a single.  It’s pissed, it’s affable and brazenly, well, Sheffield.  As saturated as music currently is with the aforementioned county as Little Man Tate may well be with cheap lager, no matter how many times we’ve heard about that current music Mecca, nothing can strip this of it’s shameless quality as a pure and simple drinking song.  There’s a classic boozy pub chorus, with the shining quality that there aren’t even any words to remember.  This is a song that deserves to be hated: spinning yarns of such debauchery as ordering pizza, sony playstations, vomming on the path, and, (eyebrows raised together now), “scenesters dancing”.  The thing is, for all it’s reet-dead-good’s and clichés, it’s embarrassingly likeable.  Apparently, it’s about Tim Booth’s (James) parties.  If it is, it’s pretty certain no-one would adhere to his advice and, er, ‘sit down’.  Ahem.