Here's some parallels, back in 1987 Echo and the Bunnymen released their fifth album. It was much delayed, and was dismissed as their weakest album to date. Die hard fans were annoyed at the choice of Laurie Latham (of Paul Young fame) as producer because he produced pop records, and this sounded like an attempt to crack the US charts and betray all the band stood for. The album became known as the Grey Album, because of the predominant use of one colour on it's cover. Now fast forward 23 years, and the fifth album since the Bunnymen reformed. Delayed by more than a year, produced by John McLaughlin (of Busted fame) dismissed as their weakest album since they reformed, and with a cover dominated by one colour (Red). But is the red album the new grey album? The answer is sadly yes. The Fountain aims at the American market, and much like the grey album the songs simply don't have the conviction or passion that you expect from the Bunnymen. The first two tracks flatter to decieve, as I think I need it too is anthemic albeit in a one dimensional way, and Forgotten Fields is one of the best tracks they've ever made and would have fitted easily on Ocean Rain or comeback album Evergreen. From then on it's quickly downhill, with both music and lyrics going particularly awry on Do You Know Who I am and Shroud of Turin. It's not a bad album on the whole, and in the title track and the idolness of gods it has two more excellent tracks for people who like the band at their most reflective, but it's nowhere near as good as the criminally ignored Siberia. Ian McCulloch's lyrics sound like he doesn't care for most of the album. The personal issues that ran through Siberia's lyrics and made it such a classic aren't here this time, and Will Sargent is just keeping time rather than adding to what is ultimately a pleasant collection of songs from a band who sound like they've accepted middle age and are content to rely on their back catalogue.