There are people who’d tell you Captain are wimpy, powder-puff schmindie types, and not worth a second of your time. They are idiots. Captain, you see, peddle the kind of pop majesty that could reduce raging Hezbollah fighters to salty puddles of mush with the merest flutter of ‘Glorious’’s chorus. They’re like consistently ace Aussie indie rock troupe The Go Betweens if a major label had thrown loads of money at them, and ‘Glorious’, by rights, should be Number One in the hit parade for ever and ever and ever. If the singer would only take of his rubbish hat, I’d tattoo their name on my heart in a shot.