The post brit-pop world is full of bands both worthy and lacking. Sometimes, like the children of self-made millionaires, it seems that the swagger and bravado earned by Mommy and Daddy has been transferred to the kids by a sheer sense of entitlement. In the case of Palma Violets it is like Jr. moved out making a decent splash in the process, but somehow just hasn’t figured out where to go next. Maybe it’s from nursing a 180 hangover, or maybe they never left the party that stopped being entertaining hours earlier, whatever the case, Danger In The Club sounds sincerely indifferent.

This attitude is best exemplified in “I’m Walking Home” which has a great bass line riff with vocals that lack emotional depth. “My babies got a new man, I’m walking home” doesn’t come off like a old blues singer with broken heart, but instead like a guy who…