Those silly titular slashes bode ill, but unnecessary punctuation turns out to be the least of Glasvegas's problems on this long-awaited follow-up to their mordant 2008 debut. "There will be no holding back," sings James Allan on the typically bombastic "Dream Dream Dreaming", and that seems to have been a maxim for the entire album: the band moved from Glasgow to a Santa Monica beach mansion to write this, hiring U2 producer Flood to crank up the stadium-aspiring sounds and, sadly, the result is overblown. These tracks aim to soar but over-production and bluster tend to dwarf their substance.