You'd expect English band The Wombats to have more mature songs for their third album, Glitterbug. After all, none of the members are younger than 30, so it's hardly fitting for them to keep throwing tantrums about an indifferent girlfriend. Dump her, get over it.
The problem with the album is its cliched lyrics and unexciting music. Either The Wombats haven't put in much effort, or they are too comfortable with what made them popular a decade ago. "Where flashy people flash around," sings Murphy in Your Body Is a Weapon. He must have a better way of saying that.
Some songs are pretty decent: catchy dance piece Give Me a Try will get you moving, and Greek Tragedy is nicely arranged. And Isabel, an emotional ballad, conveys some of the deeper struggles of being in love with a dominating partner.
But the album's themes are repetitive, it's hard to sympathise with the singer's emotions. Overall, it's disappointing.