Spacehog

Pointedly copping melodies, guitar sound, vocals and a stylistic posture from glam-era David Bowie may be an odd choice two decades on, but it isn’t intrinsically any more despicable than the usual pilferage that goes on in the rock world. If Spacehog — two brothers and two others from Leeds who emigrated to New York City before launching their miserable career — had a second idea of any merit, the group might be excused for such lightfingered designs, but Resident Alien is unmitigated rubbish, stupid and obvious. To be entirely fair, singer/bassist Royston Langdon gets off a nifty bit of tuneage in the leadoff “In the Meantime,” and guitarist Antony Langdon’s intentionally provocative lyrics in the libertarian “Space Is the Place” (“And just because you kiss your brother/It doesn’t mean to say you’re gay/And just because you’re fucking him/It doesn’t mean you don’t love me”) are attention-grabbing, but nothing here is worth a second listen.