John Squire Time Changes Everything (North Country) Time changes everything. Well, yes and no. Yes because it has changed a once-breathtaking originator into a plodding imitator, and no because it has not altered the kind of tired rock blueprint a plodding imitator turns to when short of ideas - albeit with a dash of rootsy Americana. Squire used up most of his lingering Stone Roses kudos five years ago in his previous incarnation as a Seahorse, whose 'do it yourself' album was more miss than hit. This time round, he needed to put out a solid, if not inspired, body of work in order to restore some black to his cred balance. He didn't. The record falls into countrified Dire Straits on I Miss You and gives a nod to Dylan on Transatlantic Near Death Experience and All I Really Want. Elsewhere you get many a flash of the Stones - Rolling that is, not Roses - while the entire disc is smothered with a generous layer of C&W twang. If not original, the music is at least presentable and Squire, of course, remains an accomplished axeman. But the best that can be said for his voice (think a slurred Dave Faulkner from the Hoodoo Gurus, or a weedy David Bowie) is that it could possibly become an acquired taste - whose, I'm not sure. To be fair, Time is not a bad record; it is merely okay. But what is the point of an okay release when many better offerings - old and new - are clamouring for the dwindling music dollar?