Unpeeled, August 2003

Not, as you might have quite reasonably expected, a gaggle of blokes with big beards and bigger grenade launchers, but a Scottish three piece with a sound that wanders engagingly from Electric Light Orchestra on heavy drugs in Nashville (see ‘Buildings of the Future’) to George Harrison on top, commercial form (see under ‘Calibrate Your Love’). In between these two lovelies we get another five gems, guitars consistently excellent, the phase- smeared vox generally working well and the tunes are all strong, and the whole thing just brings the old Miss World question* out for another airing: How come crappy, miserable gits are shifting it by the truck load when the vastly superior Northern Alliance aren’t, yet. You tell me.

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