Joe Mount and his Metronomy have spoiled us. It would be good if once in a while they made a bad album, even if it was on purpose, so that we could assess everything they have done for us fairly: they have been polishing up the vintage side of synth-pop, that already came with a shine, for over a decade now. They are the outstanding pupils from the school of The Human League, Visage and late Roxy Music, but Mount and company have swotted up on the book of technified, sophisticated pop style so well that they have ended up patenting their very own. Elegant and refined; they could almost pass for French rather than British. They make hits quite literally without turning a hair. Six records later, Metronomy now only focus on themselves: it is the advantage of being a contemporary classic.