However, if we're talking classic combos, then perhaps The Beatles, at least in their pre-fame Cavern days, is a closer call, as these young men from County Cavan belt out a similar if-it-ain't-broke-don't-fix-it brand of rock'n'roll at amphetamine pace (metaphorically speaking, of course).
It's a trick that's been played often enough down the decades.
When the harmonica kicks in, it's hard not to think of Dr Feelgood; and when they resort to covers instead of originals (Bo Diddley's I Can Tell and You Can't Judge A Book By Its Cover) they're in danger of milking a major label's nostalgia-just-out-of-nappies gimmick.
So, yes, there's nothing here that anyone over the age of 18 hasn't heard before.
But the point is that none of The Strypes is over the age of 18 - and that sets them apart from pub-rock hobbyists.
The thrill, especially when they're working their own material, is that brash ability, high velocity and a hit-the-gut instinct for primal rock'n'roll will bulldoze through any complaints about originality.