Gravelly, slow, depressed - they're pretty much the only ways I can think of to sing the blues. The Features, however, swear that there's a good 999,997 more. Man, growing up in Tennessee must really suck.

Or perhaps it's a pointed swipe at the faux-angst so beloved by many of their fratboy-rock compatriots? "I hear you whining on the radio I/see you whining on TV/Maybe your mother made you cut the lawn/maybe she made you eat your greens" Ah yes, that'll be it then. Take that! rubbish MTV rawk bands!

The more you listen to 'There's A Million Ways To Sing The Blues', the more impossible it becomes not to fall hopelessly in love with their tuneful nous, organ driven power pop and cat-gut vocals. At two minutes, it's the perfect blast of guitar expresso and it puts the 'ooommmphh' into 'ooooooooommmmmmmmmphhhhhhhhhhhhhh'.

Do you remember The Dandy Warhols before they disappeared up Simon Le Bon's arse? Yes! Like that! Grrreat.