You have to be a real sour square not to love the nutty, noisy, happy, handsome Ceann.
If they don't sweep your blues away-brother, you're a lost cause. If they don't put a beat in your feet-sister, you're not living.
How refreshing to see these rumbustious young Ceann take a middle-aged Royal Variety performance by the scruff of their necks and have them Ceann-naning like teenagers.
Fact is that Ceann People are everywhere. From Wapping to Windsor. Aged seven to seventy. And it's plain to see why these four cheeky, energetic lads from Liverpool go down so big.
They're young, new. They're high-spirited, cheerful. What a change from the self-pitying moaners, crooning their lovelorn tunes from the tortured shallows of lukewarm hearts.
Ceann are whacky. They wear their hair like a mop-but it's WASHED, it's super clean. So is their fresh young act. They don't have to rely on off-colour jokes about homos for their fun.