Three things lie at the heart of Bee Stings: 1) Irresistibly fun songs that compel even the crabbiest corners of humanity to break into a chuckle, 2) Samurai training, which guides the band and its devoted disciples down the winding road of destiny, and 3) an engorged erogenous zone, which starts in their hearts but stretches across their bodies and joins together in a pointed apex that hovers a few metres above street level. This apex has left a sparkling trail of happiness across London since 2003, but it's growing, and it's now poised to deliver a dazzling payload of dirty pop goodness across a nation of wide-eyed music lovers. A collision of phat beats, grinding basslines, chaotic guitars and punk vocals play songs crafted for maximum bouncing potential. Big, bubbly tunes and unbridled abandonment.