The boys are back in town, even bigger and bolder than their in-your-face debut Sugar Rush. If it embraced the energy of punk, with big chords and all the subtlety of a gob in your face (although it was more fun than that!), then Elegy staggers around in a post rave haze, from the neurotic hypnotics of ‘California Roll’ to the thumping riff of ‘Balls In The Air’. You may not want to go too deeply into the ‘concept’ narrative (ageing raver meditates on the lows and highs of living through the dazed dance days of the 1990s) but those of us with any synapses left will savour South’s ability to summon both the manicness and loved up vibes of that lost decade. Hick is as vibrant as ever, though slightly more reined in than on the splendid anarchy of his work on Sugar Rush, while South’s son remains the rock around which his dad goes suitably crazed. Ah, the older generation, whatever will become of them.