...And so we reach overrated band of the day number 336.

To some, The Sleepy Jackson are the most glaringly obvious next step in whimsical, mythical storytelling,_ a la_ Coyne and Donohue.

To me they're nothing more than a pale imitation - bordering on tribute status even - of the aforementioned holy order that is Mercury Rev and The Flaming Lips, and the mere mention of their name in the same breath as the hallowed duo should only be to demonstrate the substandard mimicry these and other plagiarists use to only soil what reputations they may have.

As for 'God Lead Your Soul', this sounds like the results of someone who's listened to Pet Sounds one time too many, while Luke Steele's dangerously high vocal suggests a certain tender part of his anatomy must have been trapped in a vice throughout the making of this record. Nasty, admittedly, but bloody well deserved if his band aren't capable of coming up with anything more interesting and original than this.

(Cocks one ear to voice in the background) He always sings like this? What do you mean he always sings like this? Time to get a new day job then. Collect your P45 on the way out...