“You build them up/You knock them down/You never smile/You always frown/And were you even at the same gig anyway?” OK, we’re improvising here, but the gist of Stereophonics‘ new single is that Kelly Jones doesn’t like journalists very much. [I]”Mr Writer”[/I] he spits, the People’s Frontman addressing ordinary everyday issues of media coverage, “why don’t you tell it like it is? …Are you so lonely?/You don’t even know me/But you’d like to stone me”. Well, without wanting to look as if we’ve been, like, [I]stung[/I] by his incisive criticism (and God knows, when man and rhyming dictionary combine with such ruthless efficiency, it’s hard to remain sanguine) if we really told it like it is and tried to approximate the sheer dreariness of this song, health and safety would dictate this review carried a warning about operating heavy machinery. And to be honest, life’s too short and too interesting. This is our truth. Please don’t bother us with yours. And if you must, Stereo-so-called-Phonics, we have got a letters page – the price of a stamp compares quite favourably with recording costs.