Gallows: 'In The Belly Of A Shark'

In an age when even our favourite pop acts are picking up guitars and claiming they can pluck the odd tune, it's refreshing to have a band like Gallows who can certainly separate the men from the boys. Watford's ferocious hardcore punkers are so heavy they'd probably gobble up Fall Out Boy for breakfast, before tucking into a side dish of Panic! At The Dicso to wash it down. Frontman Frank Carter, who claims his band is merely a hobby while he takes a break from his preferred job as a tattoo artist, is not the sort of fellow you'd invite round to meet your gran. All snarling teeth, spitting vocals and caked in tattoos, he has the menace of a whole shopping mall's-worth of hoody-wearing, ASBO-attracting scallywags.

'In The Belly Of A Shark' is one of the highlights of their stunning Orchestra of Wolves album, packing the punches of Mike Tyson, Rocky and John Prescott combined. Three minutes of clattering drums and ear-splitting guitar-slashes thunder along beneath Carter's blood-curdling yelps. Sounding like a man who has just spent an evening gargling shards of glass, Carter carries the humongous riffs to a tumbling conclusion, via a few false endings and a couple of nasty-sounding guitar screeches.

A bare-knuckle ride through the deepest depths of Gallows' filthy minds, it's an absolutely blinding single.