Flying Matchstick Men - All Your Secrets

I Know All Your Secrets is three and a half minutes of cruel, delightful lies about people you hope you never have to meet, whispered in your ears in a Glasgow club by a dancing loon. It's all in the voice, the way front-man Graham Peel sings "We'll sell our vital organs just for you"; unashamedly Scottish, unashamedly camp. Their lyrics are proud, outlandish boasts; the equivalent of exaggerated headlines on the cover of cheap gossip magazines. Most importantly the song has a chorus of pop perfection, bubbling with bouncy basslines and computer game keyboards. [Milo McLaughlin]