Melody Maker

BEHOLD. A whirl of studded collars and rib - kissing tops, a maelstrom of Grant Nicolas grins and blond highlights to make you sigh. Hello, have you come about the glam pop?

Shaven - headed, heavy - lidded Glitterbug singer Leighton Carter(Name!) has a powerful deft voice that skids into miles of incomprehensible rabbit between songs. The songs - the helium Placebo - ballon of "Moving", The cleavage plunge rock of "Out of Sight" - are immediate like a bus in the face, propelled by bravado and joyful melodies that stretch for the top notch of irresistability. Great.

It's just that the sweat of life doesn't seep into these Lycra - clingy tunes, making them a blank sheet waiting for a manifesto. They're in danger of being Rachel Stamp guesting on "Happy Days", falling off the line that glam treads between electric sex and vacuous folly, although "Skywalking" bears the hickies of angst on its brave, pale neck and "The music saved us" is magically infectious.

Beneath the glitz, they could be (clench) the new Dum Dums, but Glitterbug have a glacial charm where Dum Dums have only poison irony; a romantic flicker where Dum Dums have a shit - scoffing grin. So there's more than a glimmer of hope. SARAH BEE

"This issue's soundtrack" - Skinny-Hipped, Punk-Pop, Like Dum dums dancing through Camden pissed on Malibu.

Rousing, Bluetones-stomp into the shallows of Britrock.