ELECTRO is back in vogue, from La Roux to Blancmange’s return from the retirement home. Here come the original electro-pop pioneers, Sheffield’s veteran Human League, for their first studio album in ten years.

Unlike Glenn Gregory’s Heaven 17 taking part in a Yorkshire energy advert, Phil Oakey is as serious and steely as the record’s title sounds. That alas is the one plus point of Credo, whose self-belief is not matched by the marching, metronomic songs, so devoid of the romance and melody that made Dare such an imperious dancefloor filler in the early Eighties.

Susan Sulley and Joanne Catherall are still chirping away by his side, but where David Bowie once hailed The Human League as “the sound of the future”, they are now playing catch-up. Only Night People grabs you as modern pop. Elsewhere, the lyrics should be sent to stand-up Dave Spikey for his Words Don’t Come Easy show.