Adam: 'You fuckin' can't go down the shop like that, man. You got fuckin' tinfoil wrapped round yer head!'

Eggsy: 'It is not tinfoil. It is my new skin. I am a robot ... I have interfaced with my Spectrum. Behold!'

Behold Goldie Lookin Chain, an eight-piece rap crew from Newport, Wales who have plugged into the zeitgeist. Literally. Their debut single stars a gruff-voiced man who believes he is a robot, 'like C3PO but with pubes and hair'. The ongoing mission to rid British 'alternative' pop of its po-faced, post-Coldplay air of complaint continues in a small town near you.

You can thank two very English artists for this change in our musical landscape. The Darkness reminded us that it's OK to like something funny; the success of the Streets reintroduced the parochial British voice to the mainstream, relating tales based in our mundane working-class reality.

GLC have released six albums' worth of sillygoat gruffness through their website, and it shows: behind the slapstick is some insidiously catchy electro-pop and some pretty accomplished rapping. Eggsy's dope-fuelled descent into man-machine dysfunction on 'Half Man' is full of witty simile ('Now I've reached it/ I'm finally there/ Like Terminator filmed in Aberdare'); you're never quite sure whether it's satire or not.

Pot-shot at the fashionistas' recent enthusiasm for retro-electro? Probably. Metaphor for the trauma of being an outsider in a small town? Maybe. The phenomenon of cyberporn taken to its logical conclusion, as Eggsy spends his days, 'sucking off antennas'? Could well be.

What we do know is that Eggsy finally responds to therapy. Sort of.

Adam: 'Are you still a fuckin' robot, then?'

Eggsy: 'I am not a robot, I can assure you. Thank you.'

Adam: 'What are you, then?'

Eggsy: 'A woman. Called Janet.'