Putting music into categories is easy: tunes to play when dumped, melodies to use before a night on the tiles and so forth. The Checks get a category all of their own: music that doesn’t just uplift you but blasts you out towards the moon. Hailing from New Zealand, the four piece do big dumb indie rock songs from a time when lads were lads, and not fellas in neon spandex. Big, dumb, hairy knuckle rock for the cave person inside us all.