Blimey, I thought this sort of thing got killed off in the great Faux Easy Listening Putsch of '96, but it looks like I was wrong, as The Red Inspectors - a band with a very dodgy pedigree, set about a set of tunes full of sixties US cop show soundtracks, James Taylor Quartet keyboard parps and John Schroeder Orchestra soundalikes. None of which is a bad thing, let me tell you. I just thought we were done with that.
But seeing as how we're not, I reckon we can forgive The Red Inspectors their tainted Britpop past, dig out our Herb Alpert cardigans and settle down to some funky lounge music. Because that's basically what you're getting, and if you've never got over your loungecore daze, then you're going to really like this, as you settle down in your Sta-Prest pants, close your eyes, and dream of a day when Life On Mars wasn't something ironic.
Messrs Miles Chapman, Andy Lewis, Pete Twyman and Alex Richards know their way around a good tune, with the likes of 'Grand Union Carnival' and 'Spectrum Boy' downright groovy vibes. You get some sitar, plenty of Hammond, some psych and some flute. And even though things rarely break out of an amble, it's an album that's easy to listen to without every blanding out into easy listening. There are a couple of tunes that will get the lady in your life swooning as you break out the satin sheets. Some of the mainly instrumental numbers do have a tendency to blur into each other, and there's more than a hint of seventies Italian porn, but if you can live with that, you'll have a fine old time of it.