NME - Saturday the 3rd of December 2005

Terrible name for a band - ampersands are SO not rock'n'roll - and they sound like you might expect a band so named to sound - arch, poised, louche, but ultimately grasping for a level of elevated significance that comfortably evades them. Singer bloke is all Brett Anderson tremulousness and campy enunciation, but shave him away and you're left with a club-footed exercise in aggregational modern-alt. that doesn't effect any affect until two and a half minutes in, when we are treated to a tantalizingly brief outbreak of dumbfuck riffage, which is soon snatched back as if we weren't supposed to see them being good.