Yep, it is a groan-inducing name (inspired by a visit to a Soho sex shop which stocked edible ladies’ apparel) but Myracle Brah overcome initial preconceptions with an album that returns them to the sweet and sour terrain of their debut Life On Planet Eartsnop, and avoids the culde sac power pop of last album Bleeder. MB mainman Andy Bopp keeps the New England trio at full melodic throttle during “Climbing On A Star” and the cross-wired “Hole In My Head”, so while they remain a classy tribute band, we can forgive them.