Following on from their successful eponymous debut album, the Isle Of Wight duo Rhian Teasdale and Hester Chambers have expanded their ranks, with new members Henry Holmes, Josh Mobaraki and Ellis Durand officially joining. So really, there is no excuse for the same old approach on a follow up with so much hype and audience expectation surrounding it.

Essentially, it’s the same formula throughout, with Teasdale’s teasing vocals, often mumbled or using “sexy” vocal fry, and a mid -tempo, nineties inspired melody from the indie playbook. The problem is, Pixies rip-off riffs cannot hide the lack of songwriting craft. It’s painfully adolescent and deeply cynical. There’s no sense of development. Only ‘Liquidize’ hints at better craft and a new direction for the band.

It’s like the musical equivalent of the well-worn “I’m not like the other girls” trope, a forced edginess that seems designed by focus group for the kids in a Glasto crowd who find Amyl and the Sniffers or Bob Vylan “a bit much”. There’s a sense of desperation in the pop culture references (‘Davina McCall’, ‘Jennifer’s Body’) and no sincerity. I don’t believe a word of it. Particularly egregious is ‘Pillow Talk’, which is the equivalent of being strapped down and forced to watch a ‘Fleabag’ boxset. It’s gratingly posh, but trying to slum it. Here’s hoping for more genuine soul and experimentation, and something less off-the-peg next time. An arched eyebrow only takes you so far.