Let's delete this album from iTunes. Well, most of it, at least. Tracks like "World War III" and "Poison Ivy" are not only fucking irritating, they're also home to some of the most sexually-frustrated vocals in pop music today - guess those promise rings were a mistake, 'ey lads? What to keep: the gorgeous piano-pop of "Fly With Me" (complete with epic keychange), the cutesy fun of "Paranoid" and the track with Common (because, come on! It's Common!). Their best release so far, but the Brothers still have a fuck-tonne of work to do.