So, what do we expect? Quite a lot actually. The Londoners are here to reinvigorate guitar music, etc and so forth, aren’t they? The Vaccines may have feverish fans and sceptical critics in equal measures, but now it's time to stand up and deliver. And deliver they actually do. The debut we’ve been waiting for from the four-piece is bold, brash and damn catchy.

Opener ‘Wrecking Bar (Ra Ra Ra)’ is gloriously Ramones-esque, euphoric pop and at 83 seconds, it packs a punch. ‘If You Wanna’ is frustratingly addictive ­– once in your head, it is there to say. After just one listen I dare you not to be singing along to the relationship lyrics, “If you wanna come back it’s alright, alright.” Lyrically, The Vaccines aren't Jeff Buckley level or anything, but then neither is Julian Casablancas – “I don’t wanna see you with another guy, but the fact is that I may.”
 
‘A Lack of Understanding’ and ‘Blow it Up’ bring the pace to a more sustainable level for the middle. The crunching beats ease, but the intensity doesn’t go far; moving from the three chord pattern to vocals. Justin Young’s voice resembles a southern James Allen – as does the sound. Any reference to those New Yorkers who not only saved guitar music, but the humble Converse All Star, a decade ago is redundant, as The Vaccines sound as close to Glasvegas without obtaining a court order. 'Wetsuit' is The Vaccines’ 'Geraldine' and at four minutes, one of the longest offerings.
 
It's not long before the pop returns on ‘Norgaard’, another 90-second blast of 1970s-inspired noise. Imagine Blondie wearing rolled-up faded jeans, dancing round east London, singing “Her mind's made up, she don’t wanna go steady, she's only 17, so she's probably not ready.” An eerie thought.
 
‘Post Break Up Sex’ is the one that made them – you know what it sounds like. If you’re a fan of the single that conquered the airwaves, then you’ll love the debut. ‘All in White’s’ apocalyptic beat has more than a little White Lies influence buried in its foundations, but at first listen is one of the debut’s weakest tracks. It’s not until ‘Wolf Pack’ that The Strokes similarity we’ve heard so much about really kicks in – all jaunty guitars and urgency. The promising debut ends with ‘Family Friend’ – a building wall of sound that houses a secret, beautiful piano-led track as the album’s footnote. The Vaccines just about conquer the hype that threatened to drown them in magazine covers with coverlines about saving the world.
 
Forget The Strokes, this debut is the result of Glasvegas beating the crap out of southerners White Lies, soundtracked by Jesus and the Mary Chain. And who wouldn’t want to see that?