In a sane world, the songs of Colin McIntyre would never be too far away from daytime radio. They are, after all, about as listener-friendly as it's possible to get: as tuneful as the Beach Boys and as lyrically sharp as The Smiths. So what's the problem? The former stockbroker's scruffy dress sense? Quirky song titles such as 'Minister for Genetics and Insurance MP'? The bizarre name under which he chooses to record? Maybe it's best not to fret too much about it - just sit back and enjoy the glorious pop thrills of his second album Us. Significantly more hi-fi than his debut Loss, it's a lush, grandiose affair that documents McIntyre's fractured relationships in all their chaotic glory. And like all great albums, it intrigues you the first time you hear it, then proceeds to sound better with each subsequent play. This may still be a fairly small society - but it's one it would be wise to join as soon as possible.
