When you read certain sentences in supporting material, you realise just how small your opinions are in the great scheme of things. Naked Gypsy Queens are very good indeed – their debut EP proves that for them – but whatever MV says about “Georgiana” doesn’t matter, because NGQ have already won, here’s why: Alice Cooper called in to see them during the recording of it. One of the greatest rock stars ever has given his seal of approval, basically.

So yeah, take that everyone else.

The opening line of that press pack, though, said this: “Staking their claim as the new heavyweights of rock & roll’s modern-day renaissance,” and I am probably not alone in thinking – like that woman on tv said about elections (US readers might need to look this up) “oh no, not another one.”

I mean, I love classic sounding rock n roll as much as the next fella, but we’ve done it, right? Well yes. And also, as this EP screams rather eloquently, no.

You see, you can take one listen to the slide guitar drenched title track and you can only reach one conclusion: Naked Gypsy Queens have got …..well….it, frankly.

Yes, you’ve heard this before, but not quite like this, as it goes. Like Tyler Bryant fronting an arena rock band, the four piece are formidable. frontman Chris Attigliato, shares guitar duties with Cade Pickering and one of them plays a mighty solo.

And then both of them lock into a groove on “Down To The Devil” – and the blues is so dirty that Beelzebub is selling his soul to be part of this band, possibly. I doubt he’d get in, mind you. He doesn’t kick hard enough.

This whole EP oozes a raw lust, “Strawberry Blonde #24” (I am not asking what happened to the other 23) or the slinky, slower “Wolves”, during which Attigliato, yells (and he roars everything, you kinda hope he is one of the frontmen of yore that adopts what Soundgarden called “the Jesus Christ Pose”) “I won’t be the second son you want, but in the end I’ll be the one you love” – it sounds like a threat – it just has a primal quality.

Or at least it does until the last one – and this in many ways is why people should be so excited about this band  – and “If Your Name’s New York (Then Mine’s Amsterdam)” shows a total maturity in its balladry.

Five songs seems not enough to proclaim them as “heavyweights”, and yet….you can’t ignore that this is brilliant. Stars have been born on way less than this.

Rating 9/10