The Same Old Song:A Trip to the Gilbert and George Centre to see the Paradisical Pictures.

"It's the same old song" sang The Four Tops back in 1965 before adding "but with a different meaning since you've been gone". Gilbert & George, it could be argued, are only halfway there - the Two Tops perhaps. They keep performing the same old song but the meaning never changes. It looks like it never will.

Having an overblown sense of your own importance, an inflated ego, is no hindrance to success in politics and so, it seems, it is the case in art too. Once the enfant terribles of the British contemporary art scene Gilbert & George, as I said after their last piss poor exhibition, have been coasting for way too long and the Paradisical Pictures at their own Gilbert & George Centre on Heneage Street (next door to the lovely Pride of Spitalfields pub - alas this time we didn't visit) are, I'm afraid, more of the same.

They're nice and colourful, I'll give them that, and the exhibition spaces in the new Gilbert & George Centre are rather pleasant but the art itself? It's just stuck. They did something (slightly) shocking once and they've been repeating it for decades. They're like the pub bores telling the same joke over and over again. If they weren't arty-farty types they'd be testing your patience with Del Boy or Frank Spencer impressions.

There are men, Gilbert and George of course, in brightly coloured suits and they're posing among vegetables and behind things that look a bit like gnarled cocks. The press release talks of "dead eyed attitudes of shock and exhaustion" and I'm not sure if that refers to the artwork, the artists, or the visitors to the gallery.

When it goes on to talk of "drowing in a whirlpool of dead flowers" I start to feel I'm drowning in a whirlpool of alphabet soup and bullshit. As ever, this festival of arse-licking comes from Michael Bracewell who continues to say that the works remind him of Alfred Hitchock and Walt Disney.

But Hitchock and Disney made DIFFERENT films with DIFFERENT characters that told DIFFERENT stories. They didn't just churn out the same old shit over and over again. When I last wrote about Gilbert & George I was very rude about them. I hope I've succeeded in being ever ruder this time. It's probably what they'd want - and it's certainly what they deserve.

Thanks to Darren for joining me for this, and for the far more edifying visit to the Fitzrovia Chapel to see Lawrence's marble head, and for buying me a hot chocolate in Costa as well. While Gilbert & George may have disappointed, again, the centre didn't and nor did the lovely Latin American looking house you pass on the way in.