The Guardian (Friday May 19, 2000)

“I’ll bet you never thought someone who looks like me could be so choosy,” sings White Town’s disarmingly honest Jyoti Mishra on his second album since the single You Could Never Be My Woman made him briefly famous in 1997. It’s a shame that he’s since reverted to bedroom-studio anonymity, because his spiteful vignettes – you name it, he slates it – add welcome colour to the landscape.

He vents his spleen on the lo-fi Why I Hate Drugs (“I don’t mind you stealing money from my house, but I will not take the lies and disrespect”) and broods over soporific breakbeats on She Left for Paris. It’s characterful stuff….

June 27, 2004. Reviews.