Never let it be said that we'd avoid presenting you the full spectrum of views on our material.

With that in mind, here's a pleasant write-up by a Matthew Hell of NEW NOISE www.new-noise.net Matthew is a feisty little tiger and certified level 5 bed-wetter:

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Don't punish yourself, avoid this.

"Fighting hard to make shit the way they want to make it. Salute the Beatglider for they are rubbish."

There's much to be said for bands and musicians that don't always do what they are told. Why should that be? Well, because we don't generally like to see bands that would bend over backwards, or in some cases (and NN definitely does not mean to suggest any particular bands, in particular not Boyzone (who look so natural as 30+ year old men dancing like pricks in their comeback cash-run) bend over forwards and spread 'em. We? Yeah, the general 'we' of interpretive faculty and discernment.

Well, back to the somewhat laboured point, Beatglider have a history of refusing to play by the indie-rock manufacturers handbook. That is to say, their debut album 'Dreaming Of Roads' is all but unavailable because the Beatglider boys refused to do what they were told. And that might have been it. Picture them as bitter old men occasionally dragging out their copy of the unreleased album and crying a dry tear.

But not to be for these lads. No sir, they found someone willing to put up with difficult young men trying to do something that they do their way - "we're a bit random and far odder than I can articulate", keyboardist Adam Radmall barely articulates.

So, what have we got here then? Well, for a band that stuggles to conform to record company expectations, it seems a bit odd that there doesn't seem to be much that a sale-watching A&R man might need ironing. Basically, it's lazy, boring and uninspired indie rubbish.

We kick off with over seven minutes of 'Rattlesnake', a tune that shifts between typically apathetic vocal breaks and typically rising guitar crescendos to become a track that shouldn't even be three minutes long - and maybe that's where the record company got pissed. Almost every other track on 'Witches' is over five minutes in length. Inside the dreariness and pale emotional vacuity of any one of these tracks, that's an age that will leave you praying for the apocalypse.

Take another one – 'Dark Dark Woods' - which actually starts with what sounds like some lovely wavering musical saws but is all too quickly mired in the irritatingly depressive vocals against, oh my god, another salvo of crescendo-headed guitars.

And the title track, 'Witches' - a mammoth eight minutes 45 seconds - offers nothing in the way of a break from this music-by-numbers approach that characterises the whole approach, and in general, the whole indie genre. And these guys are supposed to be at the edge of the scene, making waves.

Actually, it's the short tracks that stand out amongst the grey, basically anything under two minutes on 'Witches' is worth listening to and the rest is overblown offal. 'Layers Of Bark' offers a beautiful whimsical lullaby and the instrumental sleepers a deep and twanging taste of what might have been. Don't punish yourself, avoid this.