The bohemian pop/rocking Glaswegians who took up more print than Prince Charles at the height of the Camilla business for their first album, return and it is as though they never disappeared. Repetitive choruses and fuzzy guitars buzz around you like a neurotic bee. To the extent that you just want to say schew, go on get lost, but you know they are not going to retreat. Those who loved them first time around will gorge themselves like Augustus Gloop, the rest will simply be grossed out at the site and sound.

David Adair