Paul Weller Wake Up The Nation Steve Jelbert , April 27th, 2010 07:49 The Quietus Psychedelia never dies, and seeing as really it's a polite signifier of music that evokes the kind of drug experience that can't really be fitted in around a busy work schedule it never will. But it does shift, and right now a woozy wave of, er, chillwave has taken over from the wobbly Wilson lovers most recently been labelled thus. But there are still classicists out there, clinging to backwards guitars and unexpected brass stabs just like they did back when acid was still legal and adults wanted to be children rather than the other way round. Even now I'm surprised as how effective the underrated Aliens are when they pop up suddenly on my iPod, jumbling up generations of lose-yourself music. Weller's new album does something similar, heading backwards in time and sounding all the better for it. 2008's sprawling 22 Dreams, also produced by Simon Dine, was over-praised, largely ...