A flimsy EP of passing Discovery-era Daft Punk knock-offs with crinkly blocks of melody, Lockah x Taste Tester offer a few jumpy, inoffensive melodies which would impress your mate who only listens to music when he goes to the gym.

The cover promises something cute and self-effacing - the cosy faux-bling of a gold plated English Breakfast - and the contents live up to preconceptions. The hook that drives 'U Don't Know Me' is worryingly similar to the Armand Van Helden earworm, which unfortunately only goes to highlight its slightness. There's a whole culture of clubbers and part-time DJ/producers who churn out beats like these, abusing and bitterly worshipping talented shot-bar jockeys before retiring into arts PR roles in their early forties. And there's nowt wrong with that.

But like ageing clubbers, Lockah x Taste Tester's tracks outstay their welcome ever-so-slightly, squeezing in an extra 30 seconds of build or drop without ever flavouring the meat enough to justify the excessive consumption. Nowhere is the product likely to rip up dancefloors, other than perhaps in a provincial town of some down-at-heel former Soviet Republic. Hollyoaks scriptwriters will be all over this for the Late Night Edition. Chuck in a vocalist with some attack and poise, and maybe add a double-time jungle mid-section and 'Learn From Us' could be massive at Radio One's Big Day Out.

The auto-tune vocals that abound should soundtrack cheap celebrity exercise videos very nicely, bopping along like a freshly minted Ford Focus full of young teenagers on their way to Alton Towers, friendly mum beaming from behind the steering wheel. There's a perspex sheen to the production, with the notable moments mostly emerging like Boy Meets Girl reworked by a savvy East London part-timer with vaguely dubstep affiliations.

The remixes technically fulfil their remit - they are slightly different to the originals. Instead of neon green theme park paint, we get a glaring yellow. Remember those free, tastelessly garish plastic cups McDonalds gave away in the mid-nineties? That's what Higher Learning sounds like.