Let's face it, Britpop has left a lasting impression on every single one of us. Whether that be the skin-popping dynamicism of Trainspotting or the nascent Marriott & Lane pilfering of Ocean Colour Scene, or even Gareth Southgate's badly scuffed penalty, 1996 was a memorable year.
Which is where Leeds based four piece Coburn come in.
Like the permaplexed excited junior siblings of brothers Coombes and Cradock, Coburn pay homage to their parents' heroes of the past and yet subtly give it a more orthodox and modern variation that is more reticent than retrospective.
The title track 'Welcome To The Ivy League' may offer some bilateral spate of homage to distant uncles' heroes past but, in actual fact, provides an insight into Coburn's psyche - subverting the past's flimsy waffle-a-day plaintive posturing with the Cooper Temple Clause's obtrusive vertuosity.
The more strait-laced 'Pan-Am' suggests a manouvre into Mavers territory that the great scouse recluse could well do without, so beware, the rooster Coburn is coming to get ya.
6Dom Gourlay's Score