Blood. Sweat. Tears.
The musical equivalent of Cristiano Ronaldo, Eight Legs are young (the oldest is 19), sexy (they’ve played a fashion show for grot’n’roll-obsessed designer Hedi Slimane) and responsible for getting Wayne Rooney sent off in the World Cup (OK, not that one). Also, like Ronaldo, you can’t help liking them despite all of that – their simple but effective Libs-lite jangle winning you over like a nifty stepover. Wembley surely beckons.