What happens when you take a pop song, tear it to pieces and start again?

More Kicks is an explosion that will hit you in the stomach and make your heart beat faster.

Pop can be dumb; garage can be clever; punk can be fresh; rock and roll can be revitalised.

The three More Kicks members were born everywhere but formed in London. All of them drawn to the city for the same reason: to make loud music in small rooms.

But every explosion needs its spark. For More Kicks, those sparks are everywhere. It's the crack of the snare drum on Be My Baby, the razor guitar on Walking Out On Love, the splintered throat on Caught By The Fuzz.

More Kicks is the feedback in the riff, the distortion on the mic and the strain for the high note.

You rip it up and then you put it back together. You watch it go up in flames and then you rebuild.

More Kicks is a pop explosion.