You knows you loves it!

Goldie Lookin Chain's debut album, Greatest Hits, is a tongue-in-cheek look at the lives of Gwent's shell-suited ne'er-do-wells and their tales of pot smoking, thieving, roller discos and cycling to the chip shop in Pill.

The GLC plunder the 1980s and their teenage inspirations, from TV shows like Grange Hill and Bullseye to Michael Jackson's Thriller and Milli Vanilli, mixing off-the-wall humour with electro break-beats and samples aplenty and offering a welcome diversion to the forgettable plastic pop blocking up the charts.

Tracks like Your Mother's Got a Penis and the hit Guns Don't Kill People, Rappers Do, prove the boys follow that rich tradition of having a laugh at everyone's expense. Self Suicide sees them contemplating death to increase sales, after all, they say: 'Jesus was nailed up to some wood, 2000 years later and book sales are still good'.

If blasphemy offends, then GLC's constant use of the F word and praise of cannabis is unlikely to appeal. However, if you can overlook the expletives, then tales of ram-raiding Happy Shopper on a space hopper and going down the shop for ten fags with a speak and spell machine tied to your chest may prove the perfect antidote to the image-over-substance rubbish of most chart bands.

The GLC ooze postmodern irony and while they may not be as technically proficient as their American counterparts, nobody ever split their sides listening to Eminem.

Newport County FC's latest sponsors may have a limited shelf life, but no Welsh record collection can be complete without a copy of Greatest Hits and, what's more, you knows it.