Chris Helme penned the only highlight in John Squire's post-Stone Roses career in top ten hit Blinded By The Sun. Since the Seahorses
split, Squire has been searching for the keys to the melody cabinet and still
doesn't seem to have located them; his solo works being uniformly drab blues
self-indulgent wank. Helme returned to York and licked his wounds before forming
the Yards. I wonder why he bothered.
Forget Your Regrets is so dull and laboured that it's a struggle to find
words to describe it. It's asinine, watery 60's styled indie rock: Vacant
mindless and numbing; the sound of daytime TV in audio. It's nostalgia for a golden
age that never existed; a half hearted yawn. This stain of retro rock
classicism is carried off with so much more panache and wit by the likes of
The Las or The Coral. Christ, this even makes the last couple of
Oasis singles sound like masterpieces.
Whoever is busking outside Boots in York better beware because Chris Helme
will soon want his old pitch back.