"These are extraordinary times", we keep being told, then comes the blow to the solar plexus. "But where are the artistic voices of dissent". People are on the look out for the 'Ghost Town' of our era, but as usual are putting their heads in the wrong places. You’re not gonna find it off some contrived sloganeering punk band who once watched the first half of a Ken Loach film. Neither will you get it from the ranks of cosy rock acts, content to rhyme 'together' with 'forever ', whose only concession is an album track putting an expensive boot into the corpse of George Bush.