Sheffield based brothers Drenge are a lot better than you would think from looking at their promo pictures. They’re not sweaty teenagers who’ve just discovered Lost Prophets, although the checked sweat-band screams middle-class suburban angst. They’re powerfully visceral despite the floppy haircuts and dubious t-shirts. The ‘house party’ action shot seems rad at first but look again. Something isn’t quite right. Look at it for a moment. Note the wine-rack, the Sports-dierct hipster in the new era cap and, best of all, the girl, leaning in from the right of the photo to restrain her over-eager friend as if to say; ” STOP. why does somebody always have to ruin it with the underage drinking. Can’t we all just get along!?”. Their image might be borderline satire but Drenge are the real fucking deal.