In which The Frames follow the broad strokes of ‘Fake’ with a seething pressure cooker of a tune. ‘Finally’ plumbs the grimy pipes of vindictiveness and vindication and eschews straight verse-chorus dynamics, instead churning around the fulcrum of a military snare drum and jagged rhythm guitar, occasionally relieved by the beams of light coming from Colm’s violin. Glen’s vocal meanwhile, is a clenched teeth turn that erupts into full blown wobbler in the final minute of play. Good to see them refusing to play to the gallery.