Aficionados of this ever-changing band will want to know who's present. Well, subsequent Korgi, James Warren; subsequent Bath Pump Room Trio violinist Mike Evans and subsequent bricklayer Crun Walter.  No Mutter, no Billy and perhaps most crucially, no Andy Davis, the tart ingredient in their sweet recipe of yore.   But this isn't an act harking back to its old ways. If anything, this carries on where the Korgis left off - skilfully wrought songs lushly rendered - for an older, wiser, more reflective Stackridge   there’s still plenty of innocent charm and they can still, unfathomably, find room for a song as daft as Widebeest and another that includes the line "Will it stop me going blind if I chew this bacon rind," but there are now deeper undercurrents of melancholy too. Mostly, though, it’s pop for people d’un certain age, those who'll respond to the song whose chorus runs … Why did the apple fall to the ground? /Who fired the shotgun when love was all around? /I don't know… but I do know something about the Beatles.

Jim Irvin