BONE - MEGASTAR REVIEW

Bedroom-producing worked wonders for David Gray when he knocked together his White Ladder offering in a back room of his modest flat – but then Tim Booth is not David Gray.

And pretty chuffed Tim is about that too, no doubt.

However, Booth's Brighton-bedroom concocted solo offering Bone isn't going to create as many sparks across the broad tastes of the music press as Gray's debut.

Bone is experimental (No! Don't run away yet!) and Tim doesn't feel duty-bound to stick to one particular sound. 

He tries his hand at some James-style indie kicks in tunes like Down At The Sea, while toying with electronica, dance and Indian sounds in Redneck.

Tim hasn't – as if we ever really expected him to - shaken off his shoe-gazing rites of passage, though, and this is perhaps his only downfall.

His psychedelic self-pitying lyrics only serve to make us stand back, point and laugh - rather than want to help the moody so-an-so wallow in his so-called misery.