They appear as regularly as clockwork: a new group of stylishly dressed, strapping young lads, frantically waving their credentials highly above their heads, pleading with sweat-stained brows their undying allegiance and unsurpassed affection for Gang of Four and The Fall. Trends in music come and go, and the post-punk trend appears to be somewhat similar to the Strokes-led "garage rock revival" of two years past that reintroduced the Velvet Underground and Television into the independent music consciousness. But where Gang of Four set images of class conflict to a backdrop of spastic, stabbing guitars and danceable bass lines, there seem to be distinct differences between them and their fresh-faced progeny. These bands seem to camouflage these differences in what can be perceived as the superficial tenets of the "post-punk experience".

"Angular guitars?"
"Check."
"Dance rhythms?"
"Check."
"What are we going to call ourselves?"
"Well…we need something Gang of Four-ish…They named themselves after leaders in the Chinese Communist Party…"
"So we need something political…"
"How about Franz Ferdinand?"
"Who's he?"
"Some bloke who got offed in a war or something, I believe."
"Brilliant! Let's do that, then! To the Chateau!"