Trite lyrics abound in the pop hall of fame, but surely, now, thirty years after The Beatles released Help!, we should expect more from our pavement poets? Were he dead, Paul Weller would rightly be turning in his grave to think that you could do 'authentic' rock without some attempt to add to the canon of street thought. But to kick off with the line; "She picks you up and puts you down, she spreads her money all around" is just bargain basement writing. Meanwhile, perfunctory guitar playing along the lines of the vastly overrated Razorlight just makes this feel like someone's got out their big songwriting colouring book and crayons to put this together. I can almost picture the tongues lolling out of the sides of their mouths in intense primary schoolchild concentration as they came up with the words to the chorus: "Give me love, don't stop me." Phew! They've earned their chocolate milk!

Using your authentic 'scouse' singing voice only makes a difference if you've got something to say, which is why I have to assume that the only grown-up member of the band wrote the third track on this EP, a brilliant (by comparison) acoustic slow-burner Black Hole. This should have been the 'single', as they say. Sure, it's just doing what Oasis did by adding the 'thoughtful' track to the end, but at least Liam and Noel had something blazingly good to kick off with on Track One. And even if what they wrote was gibberish, that's better than trying to pass off being ordinary as having soul.