“You say nothing about the real things/Discuss my life with wide grins/Then you’re off again to India/Don’t feel the cold of my winter.”

No people, this is not a line from some obscure Chumbawamba B-side. These are the musings of Snowblind, a band trying so hard to be deep and interesting it’s not even funny.

With its broken piano chords for dramatic effect and hopelessly meandering melodies, ‘Remain The Same’ (from which the above is quoted) sounds a bit like a song from a musical. Its successor, the painfully mediocre ‘Cut’ is reminiscent of a vulgarly bombastic Morcheeba mixed with a dodgy version of The Cranberries circa Everybody Else Is Doing It… and a dollop of Sixpence None The Richer, accessorised with MOR acoustic guitars and epic string crescendos. Yuck, in this context, is a mild adjective.

It’s easy to see what Snowblind were going for with this record: no doubt an achingly lush and blisteringly melodic laid back sound with soft, lulling vocals and up tempo folkist guitars. Sadly, they landed quite a distance off target.