Five years builds a moderate sized city's public transport system. A turner-prize-winning modern art installation. Hell, the Egyptians probably made a fair stab at throwing up a pyramid in that time. All of which makes Elastica's discordant offering, their first in five years, a bit of a disappointment. No, in fact, it makes it a truly execrable hour of snivelling, tuneless nonsense, with each track sounding like a throwaway B-side when Frischmann and co. were at their peak. Another failed attempt to revive britpop's dead corpse.
