Despite the plea of the album’s title, there is little reason for this female fronted London quintet to become a feature of your life in any way. 

Although they try hard to make their average, pretty faced, run of the mill acoustic pop sound special, they seem destined never to escape the gloomy mono-toned confines of Sunday night back room pub rock. Even an attempt at going flamenco somewhere along the way fails miserably to win them any Brownie points. 

Still, their singer does do a bloody good impression of Jimmy Somerville on the opening track, so worth a listen.