When Leslie Lewis and Hariharan rose to fame and fortune as an unlikely pair of bilingual and consanguineous colonials they held much promise as the voices of sanity and artistic cojones amid a growing crop of brain-dead, copycat and band-manager-driven Indipoppers. But, as the preface under the jacket admits, "much has happened" since they last made sense and music. For example Hariharan has reverted to his lucrative solo career and Lewis to singing paeans to consumer durables. The obvious casualty of this eating off "so many pies" is their latest album Aatmaa, soul, named so perhaps to conjure images of spontaneous transcendence. What’s stranger is the video of their worst limerick, Kai Zhala. With lyrics like "I’m the one that’s crazy about you, I’m the one that’s hazy about you" and visions of fishing village bonhomie, this is either a popularity contest or a perverse attempt to erase fond memories. We agree that artistes have a right to be soppy, revolting and blind to their admirers but to do so through an album is stretching it a bit too far.