- Every time I come across the Last Dinosaurs they still seem only just about old enough to be putting on long pants (and those slacks still look enormous on them), which is part of the irony of the name, I guess. Still It's undeniable that between each meeting they only become more competent at their craft and they were hardly slouches in the first place. Coming up in the middle of the indie-pop craze, the Brisbane 4-piece set themselves apart from what was already becoming an overused bunch of sunny and summery sounds by just doing them with that much more accomplishment than just about anyone else. Their debut album proves the point - song after song, single after single, they just do what they do, really well. I don't think anyone was in any doubt either, yeah? Signings with big local labels, deals with prestigious British ones. Big supports and tons of touring - the guys have put in the hard yards and even on the eve of their debut, they've reaped plenty of rewards already. If you're hearing a 'but' in all of this, it's the obvious one. Can the world take much more summery indie-pop? Actually I reckon they can. The greatest excesses, those couple of years where everyone seemed to be doing exactly the same stuff, that's behind us. It lets bands like Last Dinosaurs have the stage to themselves for a while and really strut their stuff. Still, if the world's ready for a bit more of this kind of sound, the Dinosaurs could bang a few more tunes that aren't straight out of the pop textbook. Zoom, the new single is a great bit of power-pop, just impossibly energetic, those lead lines, sweet harmonies and soaring vocals - all sandwiched into a little old love song. Great, but listen to the next five songs and I can't tell if it's being too rude or too polite to call them variations on a quite limited theme. The tiny, sub-two minute snatch of ambience that is Satellites is a Vangelis inspired relief from the onslaught and it would be great to hear more imaginative deviations like this in the future. In their defence the Dinosaurs do invest in some more downbeat songwriting (by their standards) on the back-end of this album. It's all heartbreakers in the schmolzy Weekend or the lost love of Used To Be Mine. Ah, dammit, there's Honolulu, man, that was a complete winner, from their EP but just too good to leave off the album. When you have honey all the time you end up craving something to cut the sweetness and in that way In A Million Years is not a total victory for me. What do the Last Dinosaurs care, they're having their day in the sun, which they've really earned, because there are some bits of this album which are just perfect.

- Chris Cobcroft.