Debut single ‘Bad For You’ delivers animated and volcanic addiction from the get-go. Post-punk Django Jones and the Mystery Men are blasting straight from the Sheffield scene with punching drums and a contagious energy that undoubtedly transfers to their live shows. Having made their festival debut at Tramlines this summer, their reputation already precedes them as this single is the first online proof of existence. 

Taking inspiration from The White Stripes and The Ramones, they’ve managed to harness the magic of drawing apprehension. Although they take inspiration from legends before, do not be fooled. Django Jones and The Mystery Men give a fresh feel whilst also making you feel homesick for the 90s, an underground familiarity and a blending of both calm and chaos. The accompanying artwork is of an ominous red hand holding an animal skull in a collage layout, which is seemly also a nod to the decade of the zine. 

The promising recorded chatter at the beginning of the song offers a brief casualness whilst building vibrant adrenaline for a solid 30 seconds before the brashness begins. There’s something so intense about ‘Bad For You’ that you can’t draw your ear away. I’m being told I shouldn’t listen but I can’t stop. A song so good, it’s toxic. There is overt teasing at the start, as the fret becomes the spine for interest. They have cured the insatiable itch for a need for noise for those born restless. 

Their overdriven guitar tones clashing with commanding vocals create a desperate atmosphere. An effortless crowd-pleaser, “I’ve got this feeling that you know is true, I’ve got a feeling that I’m bad for you.” The chorus arrives with steady drumming and charging riffs, at this point, I’m already out of breath from the moshpit. This channeling of rawness within, ‘Bad For You’ isn’t your typical song to come out of Sheffield’s music scene. There is a passionate undertone within the vocals that is driven by the continuous drumming which feels personal, a step away from the softer romanticised more indie-led scene.

Although the vocals are sharp and loud, there isn’t an underlayer of aggression that is stereotypically attached to themes in punk. Instead, there is an almost Mick Jagger fist pump hovering over this song, begging for more whilst the song exhilarates itself. 

Ending with the looping of lyrics the single constrains itself at peak voltage and whilst this track is seen to breed optimism, I feel Django Jones and The Mystery Men have denied us the full taste of who they are in this first song. Even though they have entered the scene in an incendiary, they leave a lust for more.