Pull In Emergency - 15 Years

Good God, it’s the sound of the indie club come to life. The floor’s sticky with spilt cheap vodka. ‘15 Years’ comes on, a slow but easily recognisable start; enough time for a nod at your mates, and quickly onto the dancefloor.

That voice that every girl in every mid-nineties Britpop band had, yelpy and custard thick with suggestion, and slightly posh and slightly not posh. A shout-along lyric about how boys are, like, so annoyingly rubbish (which the boys are fine with cos indieboys revel in their adorable rubbishness, and it means someone’s paying them some attention and this one mentions lost souls which you all are right?). Repeat lines over and over and louder and louder and gallop into the chorus again.

You’re not sure you like it, but it’s great fun, and you’ve bellowed out every word and flailed around with your eyes closed. ‘What’s on next? Oh… let’s get more vodka’. Barely remembered ace times.