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Andy Bell must have been anxious that his new band, Hurricane #1, would sound too much like Ride, the dazzling, dissonant noise-pop group he co-fronted for six years before its summer 1995 breakup. I don’t think anyone will mix them up. In the early ’90s, Ride enjoyed sufficient critical admiration and garnered enough British fans to win headlining slots at major U.K. music festivals. But where Ride blended the Byrds’ psychedelic harmonies with the bleary dischord of My Bloody Valentine, Hurricane #1 seems most intent on mimicking Oasis. Sad to say, Bell’s biggest mistakes are his omissions. He could have sung all the new songs he wrote, or he could have made his guitar shimmer and roar as it always had. Instead, most of his playing just hangs out in the shadows. Worse, he has brought along a dreadful new vocalist, Alex Lowe, who screams and whines like Liam Gallagher leading a glam-metal band. Much of Hurricane #1 is admittedly quite catchy, and old Ride fans will savor the controlled burning of “Faces in a Dream,” “Mother Superior,” and “Touchdown.” But surely none of them foresaw a track as ugly as “Stand in Line,” a thudding dirge that dissolves into silly, faux-“Revolution 9” entropy. Those who’ve been witnesses say that, like Ride, Hurricane #1 puts on a searing live show. Nevertheless, count on the band’s first LP to sink without a trace. A more conspicuous Bell presence on Hurricane #1 might have meant the difference between a great launch and a feeble one.—Jeff Pruzan