Bush : Inflatable

They were Nickelback before Nickelback were Nickelback, but they don't want any credit for that. Oh no. All they want from Nickelback is their chart placings, fame and money back. So 'Dishy' Gavin Rossdale, keen to keep his wife-to-be in wool-knit bikinis for the rest of her days, discards his ill-fated dalliances with the demon dance and croaks out a solid MOR orchestral ballad that covers everything from quiet Coldplay to loud Coldplay and the cornucopia of passions, nuances and bouts of cannibalistic violence inbetween. The trailer trash'll flock to it like arseholes to a Big Brother audition, plus the chorus hints that Our Gwen's either a) been putting it about a bit or b) is a blow-up woman. Either way, Gav's back in Heat in a fifty grand Kansai Yamamoto kimono by August. Result!

Mark Beaumont