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If Kaiser Chiefs were Bowie to the mid-2000s radio indie boom years, then The Fratellis were Mud. Possessors of ‘Chelsea Dagger’, a single sloppy pop song designed to make festival…

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The Fratellis? Boo! Stick ’em in the stocks and chuck rotten accusations at ’em. Stoopid! Ugly! Old! Hairy! Sell-outs! Look at them gormlessly churning out their simple-minded, daft singalongs for…

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Mabel? That’s what NME’s nan was called! Now, we realise Jon Fratelli might be pushing 30 but he’s not looking all that bad for his age – even if the…

You might have heard that Glasgow’s Fratellis are a bit glam. Round their way, it’s all space hoppers, spangles and coveted Bolan seven-inches (that they might be able to swap…

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This is not, as the title suggests, an ode to a steam-powered Victorian sex toy. It’s about an androgynous groupie, in which case, calling it ‘I Couldn’t Properly Determine Your…