Just Passin' Through by The Mouth

Another track review for This Is Fake DIY:

Post-Oasis Britrock has crowds of laddish rock band swaggering for centre stage: The Fratellis, Reverend and the Makers, The Twang… and now, hidden somewhere behind a drum riser and John McClure’s ego, The Mouth. Apparently, they’re from West London, although there’s nothing in the Kooks jangle, Enemy bravado and Ian Brown oration to indicate this.
Just Passin’ Through is a song infused with rowdy nights out, success with the birds and standing up for your mates. And probably has a permanent smug gurn plastered on its chops and triumphant fist held aloft (cf Robbie Williams circa Millennium or Rock DJ). While dressed in a football shirt. On a stag weekend in Dublin. For all it lacks in subtlety, Just Passin’ Through almost makes it up with shout-along ‘ah ah ah’ refrains (or gurgle along, depending on how many cans of weak lager has been consumed) and lengthy guitar solo of unself-conscious machismo. Almost. Just Passin’ Through, unfortunately, is no greater than the sum of its lad-rock parts.