Detroit-rock is usually a term to be feared. It will normally lead you towards some scruffy-haired mates of Jack White who are knocking out some half-arsed guitar scratching from their mum and dad's garage. However, The Satin Peaches may be about to alter all of that - well, at least if belting new single 'Well, Well, Well' is anything to go by. Slowly creating ripples of critical acclaim on both sides of the Atlantic, and with a support slot on the NME Freshers Tour in the back pockets of their skinny jeans, it's more than likely this won't be the last time you hear their name mentioned on these pages.

'Well, Well, Well' has the jostling bounce of early Franz Ferdinand, and singer George Morris moulds the nasal styles of Billy Corgan and Jack White around the track with a sweetness and deftness of touch. It all climaxes with a flurry of thumping drums, screeching vocals and battling guitars before a slow, tumbling comedown. You'd imagine this is what The Strokes may have sounded like if they'd spent more time chasing girls and chewing bubblegum rather than smoking and comparing leather jackets behind the bike sheds at school.