The stuff on The Science Of Things that doesn't suck is wonderfully sterile. Fantastically un-grungy. The best thing here - the crunching, howling 'English rre' - sounds like Napalm Death giving Prolapse a piggyback through piranha-infested molten lava. It's f*cking awesome. No, really. And it's also, unfortunately, the last track on the album that doesn't sound like the Bush we've come to know and be utterly bored by. Did their courage fail them?

Or were they visited by a hit man from some American record company: "Hey, guys, the honchos up at HQ are kinda worried the new record's not lame enough to shift in the States. Could'ya, like, sh*t it up a little? After all, we got a brand identity to protect here, capiche?" Next time, Gavin, make an entire album you can be proud of.

You know you can do it.