ELO

I've had ELO in the car all week. 

Yes, Jeff Lynn, Bev Bevan, the whole lot of dem proggy faux-classical popsters filling up the Focus with their beardy, knob-fiddling sounds.

Thing is when they're not fiddling their knobs and twiddling with their dongles they make the most sublime, extraordinary music. Each of the songs is in equal parts uplifting and beautiful and annoying and irritating.

And, predictably, like the curate's egg, the bad bits make the rest of it entirely unpalatable.

Damn shame.