Earlier this evening, after battling to a hard-fought 2-1 win over Burton Albion, mine beloved Cambridge United qualified for the Blue Square Premier play-off final, to be played in glorious surroundings at the new Wembley Stadium. Considering three years of strife in football purgatory and flirting with financial ruin, the hopes and dreams of the battered United faithful rested on 45 minutes of good old fashioned ’soccer’. Ironic then that with the match poised on a knife edge, sweet Lady Luck (so often our worst enemy) finally smiled on the team in amber. Enigmatic central midfielder Rob Wolleaston, whose obvious quality is often debated by blinkered fans, attempted an innocuous-looking pass into the Burton area; but rather than find an attacker’s bonce, his swerving ball floated over the stranded opposition’s keeper and nestled perfectly, beautifully in the bottom-left corner of the net. Dear Lady Luck, marry me.

What better way to celebrate then than to take in the dulcet tones of chatmonchy, another Japanese rock band recently discovered on my apparently never-ending journey into the Nipon soundscape. This particular 3-piece group captured my attention because, aside from sounding rather catchy, all their members are female, which, in itself, offers a unique dynamic. Like a lot of Eastern pop-punk, they are melodic and happy-go-lucky, more garage-band than artificially composed. Each song is guitar-driven and the vocals are high-pitched, attractive and natural. It would be fair to say that chatmonchy aren’t especially original, but regardless, their music is fast, happy and rocking.