Okay – no press release, no fanfare, just a beer mat with cryptic clues along with the name of the band on one side and a mirthless message reading ‘the worst Christmas ever’ on the other. What can it mean? Well quite frankly in a seasonal nutshell the kind of festive fayre that if given the right amount of exposure may well be one of those rare delights that gets wheeled out every yuletide until someone somewhere puts the lights out on mankind. Impishly coveted in the kind of bracing and chuckle some crookedness of Jona Lewie, Vivian Stanshall, Fat Les, a touch of madness, a tasting of tenpole tudor and a dusting of the greedies, Men with Ven impart an audacious tale of seasonal woe all scalped to a rousing bar room rumpus cheered on in the crowd pleasing spirit of olde English music hall artistry, ridiculously catchy and wired in the kind of happy but sad uncheery cheeriness that’s so typically British, you’ll laugh, cry, laugh some more then wake next day following a tipsy trip after partaking – purely for consoling and sympathetic reasons of course – in several shots of seasonal spirit the type of which you find in a bottle. A rare festive gem.