Well, that was an utter debacle from beginning to end.

A band that seem to've convinced themselves that, throughout COVID, being locked up in a room and listening to tonnes of '90s backside torpedo, means you've reinvented yourselves and collectively had a kind of 'road to Damascus' moment.

A flaming Renaissance even.

Every scrap and smear of '90s cliche was present and banally present.

Unforgivable dross.

In fairness, they've evolved from copying one 1990s Manchester band to now copying a bunch of 1990s Manchester bands.