It�s a pretty predictable saga, really. Flailing Indie star releases largely terrible second LP , rather bizarrely finds himself on a reality show watched by millions, marries non-Celeb contestant and ends up on the cover of Now! Magazine. Having done the �fame thing� (insert yawn at own accord), Preston�s decided to release a concept LP about �the fickleness of fame and celerity culture�. Ah yes, the music. From the moment Preston scuttled out of That house demanding the Ordinary Boys were �still a punk band� it was clear someone had been spending too much time with Barrymore n Burns. �How To Get Everything…� is probably the most polished , utterly overproduced record you will hear this year. Generally it has more in tow with Wham than The Specials, from the Topman-advert artwork to the utterly condensed instruments, this is an all-out pop album. In short, this is a completely different Ordinary Boys to the ones you may have thought you knew. Take first single �Nine2Five�which was actually released by Lady Sovereign a year ago (we�d know, we reviewed it) and sounds identical to the original, with added Presto-posturing, and has such a hint of rush-release about it you can almost hear the suits at Polydor wheezing into their Soya-Latte�s. It�s the ode to Chantelle in �I Luv U� where the LP reaches new lows, a cringe-inducing bucket of sap that even bubba-lipped Pete Burns would probably call Panto-Grease garbage. Overall �How To Get Everything…� comes across as a confused record. In Preston�s mind the in-jokes about the irony of fame and fortune (for which he probably would claim mean little to him) mean even less to the man on the street. Great pop has always been about escapism, not rhyming couplets about being unhappy at having to play GMtv etc…Even the grand production simply brings a lack of connection to the songs. We can only live in hope Preston never goes on I�m A Celebrity…or we�ll probably be getting a concept LP about missing home whilst eating kangaroo balls with Ant&Dec.