Remember how Eamonn Dunphy used to judge all our favourite Irish footballers? "A good player. Not a great player, but a good player." Well, in musical terms Picture House are that not great band. If the pantheon of Irish Rock has A House on the top rung and The Corrs on the bottom, then they fit in somewhere between Power Of Dreams and The 4 Of Us.
The problem is that they have their eyes too firmly fixed on the prize of heavy rotation on a daytime radio show to bother about doing anything diverting. Their stock-in-trade are U2 b-sides dressed up in a subSavage Garden way (if it is possible to be sub-Savage Garden), and when they goof around their songs sound like Barenaked Ladies cast-offs. They even include a tired-sounding acoustic set to complete the mix of cliches.
Their show last night did at least have a sense of occasion about it - a band doing their biggest hometown concert yet - and the sense that they would really have got the crowd going on a Saturday afternoon at a Feile. But their music would need more spunk than the rather puny songs on display here to be remembered after the headliners had gone.
Perhaps the evening was best summed up by the enthusiasm with which they plugged their new single at the end. On the evidence of All The Time In The World they're more interested in the quantity than the quality of their output. Good luck to them, but there are literally 100 things now showing in Dublin more interesting than Picture House.