now that front man preston has found love and fame via the new world route that is reality tv, he along with his mates, manage to get the option to record a third album for a major.

bet no-one saw that coming.

what i suspect will come as a surprise to many, is just how much fun this self deprecation filled concept (prog-indie-pop) album is.

of course the haters will jump all over the ‘oh aint the celeb-media love affair evil’ slant of the wordplay, will be an easy target for those that want to find such a thing. however, when the music is as pumped up and disco friendly during the horns-n-electro’d club chez-moi i am not going to be dropping this album on the charity shop pile for a while yet. instead when the ireallylovemusic clan are all involved with their get together mealtimes, this album will be an easy contender to soundtrack these times of family related bliss, as it ticks the enjoyment boxes for just about everyone.

there’s a welcome upbeat pop band giving it their skanked up all during the hook filled nine2five, the corny acoustic love ditty i luv you, (gotta love all these slade/prince styled nu-text speak titles), the strange blur styled fairground britpop madness of commercial breakdown and all manner of jaunty chorus rich pop music on offer across the rest of the album.

so, album of the year ? no way. a fun filled guitar pop album that doesn’t take it self too seriously ? too damn right.