Europop
Social realists, fronted by what seems like a world-weary Pete Shelley, this is a seamless heaven of ideas. Wistful stuff, with gentle rhythmical bric-a-brac being tossed about in the background, pleasing without reaching horribly pleasant. You have to work a bit to stick with it, in the absence of whippersnappery ruffgusto splendour.
Siren 1992