This is so grindingly pedestrian you almost feel sorry for these one-time pioneers.
Centuries in the making, following countless false alarms, the comeback masterpiece from these myth-shrouded Easter Island statues of early-’90s Brit-hop
slips into the CD player and…
OH MY GOD! BEJEWELLED PALACES OF SHIMMERING ORGASMO-FUNK! UNLOCKING THE DEEPEST SECRETS OF HUMAN LIFE ITSELF! Or rather, inevitably, not. Where once the Stereos smartly blended toe-tapping pop-soul tunes with cod-mystical rap rambles, now they cleverly mix finger-snapping, soul-pop grooves with cod-Biblical hippy-hop mumbles. For fuck’s sake, what have you been DOING all this time? This is so grindingly pedestrian you almost feel sorry for these one-time pioneers. Only a tin-eared donkey could claim this record means anything in a post-Aphex, post-Massive Attack, post-Eminem universe. We are all in the gutter, but some of us are grazing on our arse.