It feels like we’re trapped in an album of mediocrity, and tempers are fraying. Sorry about that, it’s just that the follow up album to The Temper Trap’s Conditions, which made them commercial superstars in 2009, is full of anthem-styled bores of songs. The attempts at actual seriousness get lost in the wa-whoaing of the vocals, which invite images of billowing hair and energetic gestures, while standing on a cliff looking out into the vastness. From The Clash-esque ‘London’s Burning’ to the choir like harmonies of ‘Everybody Leaves In The End’, The Temper Trap has all the elements of a soft rock pop album, but it’s nothing groundbreaking. Yawn.