The Kabeedies are made up of people you would’ve hated at school. A talented foursome, their music is contagiously cheerful and often lyrically hilarious whilst retaining a level of musical maturity that seems to be lacking with so many other bands. They are picking up from where Cajun Dance Party abandoned ship and prancing off into the distance with the untold and elusive secret of how to make ridiculously catchy music clasped tightly to their very fashionable chests. They also happen to be horribly good looking. Disgusting, when you think about it.

It’s like the pinwheel all over again. At one stage, everyone had them, everyone enjoys them and, though they won’t necessarily change the world, they have done their bit in making it a little bit snazzier. The Kabeedies are pinwheels. Their album Rumpus is not for anyone wanting to sit on their hands and look grumpy, nor is it for the sensible among us. However, listen closely and you’ll hear method in their madness. In their newer tracks, that method comes in the form of tight harmonies. Come Out of the Blue is impressively attention-grabbing and demands a good hip-shaking, whereas Milk is somewhere in between heart warming and heartbreaking and contains a delicious round that really shows off their voices and makes you desperately wish it was two minutes longer. The songs are pop music in the purest of senses: bursting with energy and joy and universally pleasing. All in all, it sort of makes me think if Alphabeat and The Pigeon Detectives got together and, well, stopped being a bit shit, they could sound like this.

I’m a convert. The Kabeedies are something everyone should have in their lives. Like a pinwheel: just because.