2001: Wheatus appeared out of nowhere thanks to Teenage Dirtbag, a blast of boiling adolescent resentment made famous thanks to its inclusion in a movie that disappeared far faster than the band.

Wheatus were poised for superstardom.

Fast forward two barren years with no sign of a follow-up album, and the would-be world conquerors play Fibbers in York.

A troubled selection of new material is shown up by the highlights of the band's debut album; but wait, suddenly the muddy guitars clear and the neat, sharp precision of American In Amsterdam gives a glimpse of what once was.

Alas, tinny production ruins the song's potential and while the lyrics still bite, this feels like a jobbing album - talent minus the inspiration.

Lemonade has a certain something, but not enough to turn Wheatus into anything more than one-hit wonders. A true waste.

Updated: 09:18 Thursday, September 11, 2003