I've always liked Cilla McQueen's poems, although I think my favourite of hers remains the early collection Antigravity. While The Radio Room doesn't quite have the same level of excitement and whimsy, parts of it still sparkle in the same way - "Despite the recession / it is unlikely that poetry prices will rise" McQueen comments dryly in "Soapy Water," to which I let out a snort-giggle that's inescapably informed by my own poetry endeavours. 

More often, however, this collection is concerned with landscapes and leavings, the way that we alter and abandon the environment around us. It's not exactly sombre, not exactly bleak, but there is I think a clarity of observation that has been honed from that early collection, and I find it thoughtfully appealing. No surprise given my reading tastes, my favourite piece here is "Altar (Elements 1)" about the extinction of the Great Auk. It's sad and lovely, though the very different "Soapy Water" is a close runner-up.