Buy Tickets Now: Wolfmother

Lock up your daughters, Wolfmother are coming to town (and social services too if you actually take our advice). These lupine noiseniks want to prove that Australia is truly the spiritual home of 21st century cock rock (should we ever have doubted?), and good on 'em for trying. So far, the media are on their side, and their recent festival stints were ravenously devoured by the enthusiastic masses. Then again, this is the very same press and public that adored The Darkness until it was decided that the appeal of beer guts and spandex was pretty short lived.

Still, frontman Andrew Stockdale can scream, swagger and falsetto with the best of them (the best being, say Robert Plant, Ozzy Osbourne, and em, Justin Hawkins) and what could be wrong with chucking a shrimp or two on the barbie, letting the long, curly hair down, and headbanging along to preposterous tales of white unicorns and witchcraft.

So far this year, they've blazed a trail through SXSW, Lollapalooza, Reading and Leeds, and of course, our very own T in the Park, and if they're surfing the crest of a cliché, they're doing it well. Who needs their bands to be all serious and brooding anyway, when mega-decibels are clearly the way forward? The great gauge of quality that is the American public has also taken a shine to Wolfmother, with appearances on Conan O'Brien and David Letterman as testimony.

So, it's obvious these chaps don't take themselves too seriously, and would appear to be reaping the rewards for now. The very fact that their moments of monster rock mayhem are sprinkled with entertaining poppy interludes probably explains why their appeal expands beyond the realm of the stereotypical metalheads. Even Apple deemed their song Love Train worthy of their new iPod campaign. That song is also the band's latest single and you can try to hear it pulling into Glasgow on the 5th of this month, when they bring weighty support in the form of ¡Forward Russia!, Fields and the Maccabees. Ears will bleed!