Carl Barât and Pete Doherty's volatile relationship is now so indelibly woven into the indie iconography of the ‘00s that it's difficult to mention either without invoking the rakish spectre of The Libertines. But while Barât's distinctive songwriting sensibilities (disarmingly honest lyrics; jaunty, peppy guitars) survived the move into a new venture, Dirty Pretty Things are an entirely fresh prospect. The outfit expertly blend foppish, swaggering yarns with sparring guitars, balls-out rock and Buzzcocks-style rallying cries, each track seeming to go harder—and heavier—than the last.