They�ve put their best space suits through the wash, warmed up the jet engines, jumped aboard David Bowie�s flying saucer and made soup of the Spiders From Mars. And now they�re set for blast off into the big time stratosphere.

The Warm Jets are just what their name suggests. A band who saunter along at half speed knowing that there�s no need to shift up a gear because they�ll get there in the end without really trying anyway. It�s like they�ve made this perfect little guitar pop record and managed to make it sound like they did it in their sleep just to piss everyone else off for trying so damn hard.

If making pop music�s this easy, why even bother getting out of bed in the morning?