Do Nothing continue their hairtrigger advance with a timely swipe at fraudsters on “LeBron James”

Do Nothing are defiantly a band of the here and now, with an urgent sound that demands both attention and congruity. Caustic, unpredictable and provocative, they’ve fast found themselves at the forefront of the recent Sprechgesang renaissance in British music along with the likes of Fontaines D.C., Sinead O'Brien and Talk Show.

“LeBron James” serves as an astringent haranguing of chiselers and shysters, which, given the current climate, feels considered despite its jovial undertones – something Do Nothing do very well – formulating a melodramatic yet somehow aciculate response to something quite weighty.

Once again, Chris Bailey’s distinctive vocal, the biting lyricism and nodes of heady infectious pop all compound, and the result is pleasingly on the right side of hammy and frenzied. Menacing funk rhythms and escalating drums bring a very certain groove to proceedings this time around, in a similar vein to Orange Juice, complete with the absurdist croon.

For anyone slightly confused by the track's title, Bailey further explains: “I had been sitting around in my room for days watching documentaries and generally doing very little and ended up writing a song about con artists and the like. The name refers to William McFarland (the Fyre Festival guy) peddling tickets to fake events to gullible schmucks. It isn’t actually about LeBron James”.