Echo and the Bunnymen Siberia (Cooking Vinyl) It's been 26 years since debut single The Pictures on My Wall; 21 years since masterpiece Ocean Rain; 18 years since Echo and the Bunnymen, the last album from the band's first incarnation; eight years since comeback album Evergreen; and four years since last album Flowers. Now, we get Siberia - and it's disappointing. The inventiveness that was blooming anew on the underrated Flowers has been nipped in the bud. Stormy Weather could have been an Ocean Rain-era B side, Scissors in the Sand is reminiscent of vocalist Ian McCulloch's and guitarist Will Sergeant's Electrafixion and What if We Are? is an epic in a Robbie Williams kind of way, but nowhere to be found is the savvy that graced the likes of Buried Alive and the title track from the band's last release. McCulloch sounds as if he's going through the motions, while Sergeant wanders lazily, well within tried and tested borders. Whereas the music is mostly uneventful, the lyrics are downright irksome: 'Where everything is what it could be now/ Where everything is ready for me now/ Everything and every time/ Everything and every kind' (Make Us Blind) is followed in Everything Kills You, by 'Everything takes you/ Everything aches you/ Everything breaks you/ Everything spills you/ Everything ills you/ Everything kills you,' ingeniously altered to, 'Every-thing takes you/ Everything fakes you/ Everything breaks you/ Everything wills you/ Everything chills you/ Everything kills you,' second time around. My turn: there is here, however, a ditty (Parthenon Drive) that, while not witty, is at least pretty and a little gritty, making Siberia not totally sh***y.