Alright - keep your hair on.
Hailing from the rock n' roll town of Telford, (of course I'm joking) Lady Fortune might not be remarkably original, but they have crafted a genuinely great single, and one that deserves to see them make the move to Shoreditch, start cutting their hair in stupid ways and swaggering about the place with a John Wayne attitude and very tight jeans. I'd advise them to keep this in mind though: Don't wear trousers that are SO tight, you can't walk properly. I once witnessed a guy struggling to make it down Bethnal Green High Street in a pair of Levis that had obviously been bought from Mothercare, washed at two thousand degrees and left to dry in a sauna. Honestly, the guy shuffling along so slowly, he had to suffer the indignity of getting lapped by snails that had probably just eaten a big lunch.
Okay, so they sound a lot like The Libertines and Arctic Monkeys (albeit with slicker production) and the lyrics are the wholly expected lovelorn, romantic diatribes with a touch of regional argot - but '12 O'Clock, Nearly 1 O'Clock, Hurry Up' IS an insanely infectious pop tune. The guitars jangle, the bass bounces and the drums ricochet around the room like a punted bunny at a school fete, making it almost impossible not to love.
Lady Fortune may be guilty of bootlegging, but it's a guilty pleasure nonetheless - and while it's said that fortune favours the brave, Lady Fortune might soon become a favourite of us all - no matter if they're as original as a Sainsbury's Double Take.