Pop music in the Myspace age can be summed up using a wee bit of maths.

If you divide the amount of talent a band has by the hype they get, the result is a decent indicator of their actual quality.

Arctic Monkeys get a big number because, despite receiving more hype than a wrestling match featuring Jesus versus Mohammad, they are fantastic musicians with heaps of ability.

Bands like The Klaxons, however, score close to zero because they gets loads of media attention but are actually rank rotten when up on stage.

They also get marks off for embracing the preposterous New Rave scene, while the vastly superior The Sunshine Underground sensibly told the NME to get stuffed when they were placed in the same pigeonhole.

Instead, the Leeds-based four-piece have concentrated on putting on fantastic live shows generally under the mainstream media's radar.

They may not be new rave, but they certainly know how to make a crowd dance.

Also, unlike The Klaxons, they do this without resorting to gimmicky samples and crappy cover versions of early Nineties dance tunes.

Instead, bassist Daley Smith and drummer Matthew Gwilt provide hip-shaking beats and guitarist Stuart Jones adds the kind of funky rhythms James Brown would be proud to do the splits to.

Frontman Craig Wellington may look like a plumber but he has powerful, sweeping voice which carries a lot of emotion as well as a decent tune.

They're like a Franz Ferdinand and Doves-filled pie, baked in the oven by Fat Boy Slim.

With their sculpted, Wellasoaked haircuts and stylistordered fashion sense, it's very hard to tell these days where boy bands end and indie bands begin.

That's why The Sunshine Underground, along with fellow geeks-with-great-beats Hot Chip, are so exciting.

While most of their contemporaries shamelessly rip off the past, these guys are genuinely taking music in a new direction, at the same time providing a brilliant night out for anyone lucky enough to catch them live.

Straight As all round.