She had a black eye, I want a black eye. She had a splinter, I want a splinter too.

It's not often that I fall in love with a band after hearing only one track. That's not to say that it doesn't happen, because it does, but it's rare. Even the Arctic Monkeys, as much as I adore 'I bet you look good on the dancefloor', needed to provide a larger volley of quality tracks ('Mardy Bum' and 'Fake Tales of San Francisco') before I truly rated them a great band.

For some nebulous reason the Crimea have proved different. A single perchance hearing of their single, 'Lottery Winners on Acid' and I was hooked. Even now I know very very little about the band barring that they released two critically acclaimed albums under a different name before being dropped by their original label. Even so I feel compelled to head out to Sister Ray Records this coming Monday to watch them play a gig coinciding with the release of their single.

I think the band are best summed up by the following quote, stolen from some other site whose name I no longer recall.

Instead of being simple pop songs without emotional or creative backing, the songs are simple on the surface and immediately accessible, but the second and third listens reveal the emotional weight behind the excellent melodies and lyrics.

Hammer. Nail. Head. On first listen the song is a very simple, hooky pop song. Only subseqent listenings begin to reveal the layers of instrumentation that the lyrics are painted on and the actual depth of the track.

But enough of me bigging it up. Decide for yourself.