Reviewing a single like this is always a huge chore for a writer. Not because it’s bad, just because it’s occasionally hard to think of what hasn’t been said about the song’s authors.

In an odd way, the Arctic Monkeys deserve far more respect than the constant hype and lauding that they receive in the music press. The way the Sheffield band do not get caught up in their chaos surrounding them is amazing and should be encouraged in more of the UK’s younger bands. They don’t create their own myths or bravado; they just write songs and play them to people.

The best thing about the way they do that is that the songs are so good.

Put simply, Teddy Picker is a great song off one of the year’s best albums. While people may have been drawn in by the singalongability (new word invented right there) of the band’s debut, their second’s darker, harder edge is far more exciting and has pointed an excellent direction for the future of the group.

Less heavier or poppier than previous singles Brianstorm and Fluorescent Adolescent, the band’s new single strikes a balance between the two styles while also adding the funkier aspects of tunes including Fake Tales of San Francisco.

The lyrics, meanwhile, are some of Alex Turner’s finest accusatory sneers at some unfortunate souls (in this case celebrity culture perhaps?), featuring excellent putdowns including the closing line “Who’d want to be men of the people/when there’s people like you”.