Mullingar’s The Blizzards have struck upon an appealing FM-rock schtick, buoyed up by optimistic swirls of piano and a bouncy chorus that seems to clamber down from the stereo and deliver a great big slobber of a hug. Best, then, to draw the curtains before popping in the CD. The lead singer’s desire to sound like the chap from Scissor Sisters may need rethinking though. As things stand, he’s closer to Elton John sucking on a lozenge. Which isn’t the kind of thing one normally associates with the Midlands