The Black Crowes Warpaint (Silver Arrow Records) It's been seven years between drinks for the Black Crowes. The news that vocalist Chris Robinson had buried the hatchet with guitarist and brother Rich made the prospect all the more mouth-watering. Unfortunately, this derivative set is destined to be remembered for Maxim Magazine's mediocre review before the album was even released. Chris claimed they hadn't even heard it and the magazine later apologised. However, they were prescient. The music is a stew of high-class southern rootsy guitar rock, done well, but rife with cliches that sound lifted from the Rolling Stones circa Exile on Main Street, the Allman Brothers, the Faces and even themselves. Sisters of the Revolution opens proceedings on a promising note, with an up-tempo swagger reminiscent of the group's stellar 1990 debut Shake Your Moneymaker. Former North Mississippi All Stars frontman Luther Dickinson add some muscle to Chris Robinson's scat-like ad libbing and it's as if the years had never passed. The ballad Oh Josephine, an ordinary-sounding lament elevated by crisp, wistful vocals and keyboard flourishes from Adam McDougall, yet another new arrival. Another standout is Locust Street, where Robinson channels the kind of longing for the simple life that Rod Stewart would have tackled in the 1970s, and yes, a mandolin features prominently. Otherwise, despite their own record label, startling cover artwork and a cheesy peace sign inside masking an advert for ringtones, it's business as usual. Elsewhere, they mine their collective love of Led Zeppelin with some pedestrian metal jams and harmonica-laced gospel rants. It's a good enough effort, but we've heard it all before.