Could the debut album from London dandies The Libertines live up to the hype? Over two decades on from its release, the answer is a resounding yes. With the Clash’s Mick Jones at the production helm, gravelly tracks such as horror show and the boy looked at johnny rattle along like first-gen punk classics. But like the Strokes, The Libertines manage to imbue snotty garage rock with a sort of wistful romanticism that adds genuine soul to their raucous clatter. Although there’s no sign of what a waster, the single that made their name, there’s no shortage of excellent tunes here.