Pedestrian, anodyne and utterly unremarkable
It’s fair to say that Garbage have been pissed on, literally and figuratively, in the seven years since their last album, ‘Bleed Like Me’. Yep, after a stint as a cyborg with the ability to morph into, er, urinals in a Terminator TV spin-off, Shirley Manson found her newly reunited band couldn’t get a record deal – so they’ve entered their ‘plough our own cash into self-releasing records to an ever-dwindling fanbase’ phase. Is it worth them bothering? Sadly, probably not. While there are flashes of their previous class – ‘Battle In Me’ proves they haven’t completely lost their confrontational electro-rock streak – too much of ‘Not Your Kind Of People’ is pedestrian, anodyne and utterly unremarkable. As with all Garbage albums released this millennium, it leaves you wondering why they ever ditched the near-perfect mid-’90s FM rock of ‘Stupid Girl’ to become every Russian Placebo-loving nut’s third favourite band.