After a steady dose of Lee Hazelwood, Jane Birkin, Francois Hardy and the new Neil Young record (the man obviously has bills to pay- "if you follow every dream"- treacle), I've finally reached my schlock bottom with Neil Diamond. Even the homosexual in me desperately clawing his way to the surface couldn't get on board for 22 of the rhinestoned ones' overblown paeans to melodrama. Now excuse me while I go and listen to that Pissed Jeans' record.