Though its choruses reach for the key change in just the right places, its lyrics are suitably lovelorn ("I try to sleep, but the clock is stuck on thoughts of you"), and the quartet's harmonies are as slick and seamless as ever, 'Inconsolable' lacks the gooey pleasure of classic Backstreet ballads. Like that chocolate cake you took out of the oven just a minute too soon, it’s failed to capitalise on its perfectly-mixed ingredients.











