Three good tunes from young Essex upstarts InMe, but nothing that wildly deviates from the others in the UK metal posse, no rough edges and no real risks. We're always told that we should be blown away by the incredible youth of every new band, and that, though a new band might sound much the same as all the others, we should like it because they're younger, but I nearly always find myself underwhelmed with teeny rockers contriving to be too slick too soon. I'm sure they jump around wildly and bawl the house down live, but compared to rootsy urban poetry like The Streets this feels like listening to lift music. See... the trouble is that everyone conveniently forgets that without Bleach you'd have never arrived at Nevermind