Snifferettes Take Over

It's Friday, so Dad has buggered off down to the pub as usual.  While he's out me and Baz have broken into his computer.  He's the sort of person who keeps his password on a post-it note in his desk drawer (tough luck, fartface, we've known about it for ages, why do you think you've been getting all that spam from dodgy Russian websites?).  Plus, with him saving all his details on the sites he uses for internet shopping, we've been able to buy absolutely SHEDLOADS of stuff!!!!  And he can't argue about it, because all the orders came from his machine!!  Besides, he NEVER looks at his credit card bill, so all is good.  Baz has his email account up on another laptop and is deleting all the order confirmation emails as they come in, so he won't get buzzed in the pub with those either.  Har har.  Serves you right Dad, because first of all we do not 'infest' the place, but we do have to share a rather small house with you after you've had a curry.  Or onions.  Or eggs.  Or anything else really.  Plus, we are only making noise because we are happy.  It's a thing you probably can't remember, OLD MAN, as it's been so long ago since you were.  So there.  Anyway, this isn't about you and we're not going to talk about boring stuff like politics or any of that other crap you like because music is about a billion times more important, and right now Drenge are about a billion times the most important band on the planet.

There's this thing in food tech where if you want to make a sauce you have to boil stuff down like forever until all the water, or almost all the water, has gone, to like really bring all the flavours to a point of maximum peakness and Drenge are like if you took the Black Keys and the 22-20s and Nine Black Alps and boiled them all down to almost nothing, ten people down to 2 and all the best bits of all the bands then that would be Drenge.  http://soundcloud.com/drenge

Plus. there are loads of other cool Leeds and Sheffield bands, like Wet Nuns, Eagulls, Dead Sons (which you should totally like 'cos they're ex-Milburn), Flaming Skulls. 

Sorry Dad, but maybe if you had had music like this when you were young (but you probably couldn't because electricity wasn't invented then) instead of all that 80s rubbish you had to listen to when you were growing up, then maybe you wouldn't be so angry about everything all the time.  Oh, and the cat's been sick in one of your shoes.  Laters.