If you haven't heard of the Towers of London, perhaps it's because your ears have been blocked by a congealed mass of blood for the last couple of years. In which case, think back to those last blurry moments before you lost your hearing to a barrage of super-rock noise - do you remember seeing a flurry of hair, leather and metal?

The Towers of London are on a mission - a mission to drag rock'n'roll, preferably kicking and screaming, back to the days of wailing noise, gigantic hair and snarling leather. Crushing emo-kids under their well-heeled boots, bloodying indie-geeks with a few careless head-butts, and aiming a hard kick squarely at urchin-rock's withered little balls, no contemporary scenester is safe from their unending assault upon the conceited sensibilities of the modern rock landscape. With their urgent and user-friendly motto - 'Drink, Fight, F**k' - the Towers of London are a band you can rely on in these desperate times of pointless pop props. Or at least, you can rely on them to drink. And fight. And most likely f**k. Plus they will definitely wear very tight jeans.

But nothing could have prepared you for what comes next. A horrifically potent cocktail of rockumentary, reality TV and regrettable behaviour, Bravo's The Towers Of London is the most honest and revealing television show ever to hit your unworthy screens, and people who are paid to do these sorts of things have dubbed it The Osbournes meets The Young Ones with a twist of Spinal Tap. We're pretty sure there's some Jackass in there too. Following the band's unstoppable retro-rock hurricane across the country as they unleash their special brand of ironic upstart punk upon the unsuspecting masses, it'll exceed your daily recommended allowance of things that are loud and have attitude thrice over and still leave you hungry for more.

Basically it's gonzo rock telly, and it's the single most entertaining thing you'll watch on television until they bring back public executions. These frisky young chaps are on the path to stadium-sized stardom, and we've just given you backstage passes. Whether you're a screaming groupie, a skinny-tied dissident, or just long to see whether the sex, drugs and rock'n'roll phenomenon is all a meticulously staged exercise in selling lots of records to little children, The Towers Of London is essential viewing.