The La's were a lost band, out of kilter with the musical trends when they arrived and when they left a matter of two years later. Working-class Liverpool of the late '80s was at their core. The timeless melodies of all eleven songs are even made more startling by the deceptively simple lyrics. Buy the album from the bargain bin for "There She Goes" and you'll find "Son of a Gun", "Doledrum", "Feeling" and "Looking Glass". Almost every song seems to contain at least one line that sticks in your mind, hinting at the darker controlling forces of heroin and history that their Liverpool was subjected to in the depths of Thatcherism. The prettiness of '60s beat, tinged with psychedelia, is undercut with the feeling of failure and facing yourself and your family in the worst of times. Lee Mavers was a man who sensed that you couldn't ignore the past. "Looking Glass", with its references to deceptive mirrors and losing the way, faces the dilemma of a past that you can't live within, but that you can't live without. It's fantastic final rush, with echoes of the hooks of the previous songs, hits you like an electric surge with the sense that these songs had to return to their point of origin, the forces from which they were forged. A lost, great album.