For a duo, The Big Pink manage to make quite a racket at times on their 11-track debut. But for all the noisy bits, there are sure some wonderfully sweet poppy moments alongside to even things up.

The name rang a bell. Didn't this bloke have a song out last year that got so much airplay it began to annoy me? Could be. I've not got around to checking. Whatever negative thoughts his name may have originally conjured up for me are of no import as this album stands very steadily on it's own feet. Like a male Lily Allen, if that's not some sort of a contradiction or even a condescencion.