By coincidence, I bought my first album in 1975. It was A Night At The Opera by Queen, and it had more originality in one Brian May guitar flurry than in all of the 16 tracks here combined. Matt Healy, singer with The 1975, was not born then. He is only 24, although his band, formed at school when he and his pals were barely into their teens, has been around for the past decade in some form or other. However, there has been an industry buzz about The 1975 since the release of their first EP under that name a year ago. Three other EPs followed and, on the strength of this debut long-player, perhaps the wham-bam impression of the shorter format suits them better. The best songs here are ones you have heard before (the superior indie-pop of The City and Sex) while the rest tread water between diluted electro-pop funk filler (M.O.N.E.Y., Talk!, Settle Down) and wimpy boy-band tweenie pap (Chocolate, Heart Out, Pressure). The name is The 1975, but the sound is 1980s cheese spread thick on low-calorie slices of white.