The indie scene’s worst kept secret create an addictively fabulous balance of the opulent and the vulnerable.

The debut single from a band whose self-identity has so far revolved around the hype they have been building is a suitably self-conscious melodrama, shaped into an unforgettable three minutes of pop. The Last Dinner Party (formerly The Dinner Party) have rapidly become the alternative scene’s worst kept secret, immediately on the radar of industry insiders since Lou Smith’s footage of one of their first shows emerged, if not before. Their own messaging has coyly acknowledged that most people sorta know that very big things are planned for them, and the release of this debut single on Universal is only the latest confirmation of that.

With a musical-style opening of vocals over keys tapping out chords, the band lean into the theatre of their image, while asking, Why doesn’t everyone have a crack at channelling ABBA? Immediately, however, the band’s edge shows through in the off-balance crunch of electric guitar, and hard-edged lines like “I dig my fingers in expecting more than just the skin.” The vulnerability of the lyrics clashes with an opulent sound, making for an evocative elated track.

Offscreen details dominate our imagination as the speaker anticipates, “You will hold me / Like he held her”. The continuation of the chorus recalls the Girly-Sound experiments of Liz Phair as the catchy singalong chorus goes “And I will fuck you, like nothing matters.” Musically, the song confounds simple categorisation. The Last Dinner Party do not shying away from 70s influences, which are embraced on Emily Roberts’ guitar solo. They also make use of more modern polishes, like the ‘da-da-dup-da’ backing vocals speaking of now-classic 2010s indie rock tropes. With dates coming up supporting Florence and the Machine and First Aid Kit (following last year’s slot opening The Rolling Stones’ BST show), the band clearly have their eyes on the prize. The swirling deluge of melodic layers and evocative lyrics on ‘Nothing Matters’ suggests the sky is the limit for this band.