"For me, the idea of rock'n'roll is getting drunk, falling asleep on the night bus and waking up in the middle of nowhere," says Razorlight bassist Carl Dalemo, clearly a man who favours the number 73 over the traditional rock star limo. "I have an expert knowledge of London's Public Transport system."
The same no-frills sense of adventure informs Razorlights wired, anthemic rock. By dint of welding snippets of every New York Band from The Velvet Underground onwards to charismatic, arm waving lead singer Johnny Borrell, they've induced a frenzied bout of record company chequebook waving. Irresistibly angry recent singles, 'Rock'n'Roll Lies' and 'Rip it Up' have upped the ante still further, while an as-yet-untitled debut album follows next year. The cocksure Borrell, for one, seems to have their shortcut to superstardom already worked out.
"Yeah, there were lots of interest in us," he says casually. "With the songs we've written, our record is going to rival the greats - Definitely Maybe, The Stone Roses, Ramones, The Clash."
Razorlight are already headed down the right path, rock n roll behaviour-wise. They formed just over a year ago, when Swedish born Dalemo and guitarist Bjorn Agren hooked up with Londoners Borrell and Christian Smith Pancorvo, the drummer. Since then, they've wasted no time getting on the wrong side of the law - in classic Rolling Stones, getting nicked for peeing outdoors fashion.
"I went to the last May Day protests," says Dalemo. "There wasn't anywhere to pee, so I had to go against Whitehall. I honestly didn't see the policemen behind me. I spent a couple of hours in the cells and when I got my stuff back, somebody had stolen my bus pass."
Don't worry, you probably won't be needing it much longer.