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If you drunkenly picked up a glockenspiel at a south east London house party a few years ago, you could have had a hand in the birth of the Rosey Dees.

The five-piece emerged from late-night jam sessions with odd instruments in a flat near Greenwich, tarred with an off-hand bounciness, which is eccentric as well as poppy.

Much of debut album Flags Of The Hat clatters along like a barrel tumbling down a hill, a warm tangle of rich harmonies, shimmering guitars and lyrical anecdotes.

Wasted is a familiar, catchy and quotable ditty about a guy that's spent too many days in the bar, while Blood is a more soothing and vulnerable brew.

The Dees have added minor chords to their early catalogue of comic songs, but they're still at their best when they're weaving tales.

Buy the album, find out about forthcoming gigs and band news online at roseydees.co.uk