12. 'Begging': What precedes the cacophony of unlistenable noise that bursts through in the final minute is not quite strong enough to stop you pressing the skip button - but it wouldn't be a Libertines album if there wasn't a sprinkle of joyfully unlisteneable mess.
11. 'Horror Show': Just as you begin to think the whole thing's come off the tracks, everything cuts out and bursts back again in a move that proves the precision and talent that lurks behind the noise. Nearly a horror show, but actually quite great.
10. 'Radio America': With languid vocals on top of jangly acoustic guitar with Beach Boys-esque harmonies, this is a solid, if slightly underdeveloped, track.
9. 'Tell The King': We're not offended by the line, 'Oh my words in your mouth are mumbled all about / You're like a journalist how you can cut and paste and twist. You're awful.' At least, we're trying not to be.
8.'The Good Old Days': It's a shame they don't allow the funky bass riff that kicks things off to linger for a little longer, but it's a strong burst of nostalgia nonetheless - even more so now the album is over a decade old and Libertines fans have had time to reflect on the band's good old days.
7. 'Vertigo': Performed with the self-assurance of a band with a considerable back-catalogue, their debut album's opener sets The Libertines apart from their contemporaries almost immediately. The band's prodigious talents are often buried under the tabloid fodder of their substance abuse and strained relationship, but no track reminds you of the former better than this one.
6. 'Death On The Stairs': With the kind of bafflingly opaque lyrics that demand to be paid attention to, and the first sign of the band's penchant for distinctive guitar riffs, 'Death On The Stairs' is raucous yet polished.
5. 'The Boy Looked At Johnny': There are heavy elements of punk in the gleeful tunelessness of the verse, but it scrapes a melody together for the chorus, and the two elements bolster each other with an anarchic energy.
4. 'Boys In The Band': Another song whose sharp, scathing lyrics cut through the noise-wave of guitar and drums. The chorus seems to mock bands' groupies, but the verses take a less obvious jab at the inauthenticity of the bands themselves.
3. 'Up The Bracket': Its title, which it shares with the whole album, alludes to a phrase used by British comedian Tony Hancock, meaning a punch in the throat. The opening incomprehensible yell is quite unpleasant, but the rest of the song more than makes up for it.
2. 'Time For Heroes': Taking unabashed delight in wordplay and dark humour, 'Time For Heroes' is so jam-packed with urgent, catchy hooks that the whole thing is basically one big wonderful chorus.
1. 'I Get Along': The verse opts for lyrics over distinguishable melody, but it's so captivatingly discordant and chaotic that by the time the music cuts out for, 'Fuck 'em', you're fully on board.