You know that thing when you’re sat on a train, or walking down the street, and you have this amazing record playing in your ears and you just start to imagine, no, feel like you’re in a movie. Like you’re being filmed looking really cool and you’re about to destroy a group of ruffians abusing an old lady, or rescue a cat falling from a burning building? Yeah, that’s how I feel listening to Plug.

Plug are a London duo, this is their debut full length, out on the brilliant Upset The Rhythm. If I play devils advocate for a second, it has the elements of a stable UTR sound, but I’ve never really thought of that as a criticism of a record before. The problem here is it’s very easy, especially coming as a listener from outside the London DIY scene, to point the hipster finger. Which to be honest is a stupid and lazy way of pulling apart a perfectly pop record.

Yes, some of the tracks have those reverberating vocal harmonies, the drum patterns are simple and static, and the keyboards sound like something from a car boot sale at times, but when you bring it together, it’s really fucking great. And it’s so varied too. The intro sounds like something out of a German porno, ‘Don’t Forget It’ is straight off that awesome Fly Girls compilation, ‘Body Story’ has a piano line that reminds me of Faith No More, and then there’s ‘Sexy Coma’. Sexxxxxxxxxxxxy. Commmmmmmmmma. Possibly my favourite sing-along of the year.

This album is fun, it’s accomplished, it’s full of ideas, and heart. It doesn’t feel generic. The lyrics sound honest and open, like they haven’t just rhymed love with above because it made vague sense and fit. So yes, this album does make me feel moderately cool, but don’t hold it against them. This is 35 minutes of brilliance for everyone.