It's hard to take issue with the Bunnymen doing exactly what they've always done, and fans of the 80s veterans will enjoy this latest update to a familiar formula of chiming guitars, distinctive, throaty crooning and vague rhyming imagery – a formula which has spawned a thousand inferior schmindie facsimiles. Scissors is no Killing Moon, but neither is it cringeworthy. It's just hard to imagine anyone other than Bunnymen converts giving it repeated listens, perhaps to establish if it means anything much, beyond a general air of confrontation conjured by a particularly full-blooded Manc rasp. No faulting the old pipes at least. [Iain Radcliffe]