Having been dropped not once, but twice, by their record company, you could forgive Rialto for sounding just a bit frustrated. In fact, their veteran singer Louis Eliot is in strong, defiant form here, crooning these 11 urban love stories with an eye for sordid detail that owes more than a passing debt to Jarvis Cocker. It's just a shame that the actual music often sounds so inappropriately lighthearted, more Lightning Seeds than Tindersticks. Still, there's an elegance and touch of class about Rialto that puts them in a different league to some of their more slapdash rivals; this album will be appreciated by doomed romantics everywhere.