The Fireworks - Runaround (Shelflife)

The outside world is a grey, wet place - but that doesn't matter because I'm sat inside next to the radiator listening to the new Fireworks single.

'Runaround' has very little to do with the quite-weird-if-you-think-about-it-now kids' telly show of the same name, and more to do with being kicked up the arse by three minutes of perfect pop music.

Vital doesn't quite come close. There was someone who commented on here on my post about the first Fireworks single, saying it was derivative. Of course it's derivative - just about all music is. But when music makes the blood zoom around your body that little bit faster, and when your skin goes all tingly, and when you feel - yes - a bit emotional about three minutes of fuzzcore energy, then, really, who gives a fuck?

'Runaround' is all pep and heartache and foot-to-the-floor pop. It sounds like the Shangri-Las after eight pints of Harvest Pale. It makes me want to go and do something that might lose me my job. It's probably the best single I've heard this year.

But what do I know? I'm going back to hug this radiator, and then I best get dressed. You make your own mind up...