IF YOU caught their Old Firestation show last month and leapt around like a thing possessed by too many sweet drinks, then you'll love this nerdy, narky no-mark of a debut album.

But if wobbly, squeaky vocals and the riffs of a thousands naff pop hits from long ago are likely to irritate, you should avoid this like the plague.

Worried About Ray and Goodbye Mr A suggest a certain something that earns them a second listen, but by the time I worked out what it was (other people's work), I no longer cared. If I want to hear Cure riffs, I'd rather Robert Smith played them. Although such sonic recycling is nothing new, The Hoosiers have made it sound incredibly laboured, contrived and, well, just plain boring.