A designated driver in the dissolute grungey 1990s scene, Juliana Hatfield once fantasised about having the alpha-male heft of Henry Rollins or the raging transcendence of Nirvana, but the whirligig of time has brought in revenges of a sort. Nouveau slackers like Soccer Mommy and Beabadoobee now mirror many of the signature moves the New Englander displays on her 19th album, “The Shame Of Love”, “Splinter” and “Mouthful Of Blood” successfully concealing Black Flagworthy spleen behind a comforting veneer of distorted guitars, sunny Mellotron and Carpenters-compatible melodies. That flannel shirt and jeans look: never quite out of style.