My neutered cat has more balls than this music, and she died just before Christmas.
The band have made it onto the XFM evening playlist, though. That’s a good thing, right? Forgive me if I couldn’t care less. Eminently forgettable, murky pop-rock that trots gamely towards the Wembley arena stage and gets as far as the always-full bit of free parking in the industrial estate outside. Brian Molko and Perry Farrell feed better songs than this to their gimps. After you’ve kicked your mirror, loves, spend less time Twitter-ing and Facebook-ing and more time on your SONGS.