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With five releases in less than a decade, electronica gurus Hot Chip tend to deliver albums the same way Katherine Heigl delivers fucking awful romantic comedies  – relentlessly. Despite this sizeable catalogue, quality hasn’t been remotely compromised and it had appeared that Hot Chip had reached a career peak with their fourth release, One Life Stand. As infectious as it was fluent, One Life Stand was a concept album that championed playfulness over pretentiousness.

Don’t be fooled by the heard-it-all-before feeling of the first official single “Night & Day” people, for it sounds nothing like the rest of the In Our Heads. It also stands alone as the disappointment of an otherwise near-flawless masterpiece.

Album opener “Motion Sickness” is a swaggering horn and percussion declaration to doubters that they best look elsewhere for disappointment – there’s nothing to see here. They back it up with the gloriously 80s duo of “How Do You Do?” and “Don’t Deny Your Heart,” the latter particularly shines.

Where Hot Chip really excel is on pseudo-single “Flutes.” Unconventional and chaotic yet utterly clever, it’s a challenging mind-fuck of modern dance. It’s also an exceptional piece of work and more exciting than anything else on radio right now.

It doesn’t stop there. At seven minutes and 41 seconds, “Let Me Be Him” is like a pass-the-parcel game where everybody wins, with one layer of lyrical and melodic excellence revealed after another. A mid-tempo tour de force, the “Oh-uh-ohs” of the chorus are stirring and epic – some of their best work to date.

Enthusiasts of One Life Stand will find plenty of reasons to be excited by In Our Heads, but Hot Chip’s experimentation and constant progression mean continuously welcoming new fans with open arms. Whatever’s in their heads, we’re lucky they’ve written it down on paper. 4.5 stars.

Key Tracks: Flutes, Motion Sickness, Let Me Be Him

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When we were introduced to the infectious and innovative fusion of New Wave, dub and electronica four years ago on Santogold (as she was then known), Santi White struck a nerve with critics and crowds around the globe.

The concern with creating a genre is that your next step is crucial, which is probably a worthy explanation of why Santigold took an Olympics lapse between her debut and its successor.  How does one tread the tightrope without falling into either hipster wank or selling out? The answer on Master of My Make-Believe…is effortlessly.

MOMM-B is every bit as creative as its predecessor, but this time provides more consistency.  Producers Diplo and John Hill have been retained, but this time aided by Greg Kurstin (Lily Allen, Foster The People, Sia, Ladyhawke.) This time, the record sounds more like one unified genre, as opposed to songs from different genre songs shoved together.

We’ve already been treated to the Karen-O (Yeah Yeah Yeahs) featured GO! and album highlight “Disparate Youth” as singles, but the gems are a dime a dozen here. Kurstin works his production magic on the catchy God from the Machine, while This Isn’t Our Parade could be Santigold’s best song to date. Swinging madly between solemnly gothic and proudly pop via calypso, it is percussion heavy and seductive. In the wrong hands, it would have been a hot mess.

The only problem MOMM-B faces is the absence of a sure-fire hits like Lights Out and L.E.S. Artistes, the latter which won my Song Of The Year in 2008. “Santigold catapults herself into credible pop stardom with this instant classic about dealing with, well, instant stardom. “I can say I hope it will be worth what I give up.” It certainly has been for us Santi. The beat is intense, the chorus is the aural equivalent of cocaine and the only thing I hate about it is the effort of re-selecting it on my iPod immediately after it finishes.”

Despite this, MOMM-B is fresh, polished and further indicative that Santi White is more than the Master of her Make-Believe, she’s the Master of Modern Pop. 4 stars.

Key Tracks: This Isn’t Our Parade, The Riot’s Gone, Disparate Youth, God from The Machine

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When Lauryn Hill sold over ten million copies of her debut CD, went bonkers and disappeared as quickly she surfaced, a giant hole left gaping in the music market. Mariah’s dominance over America’s charts cannot be disputed, but by the time Lauryn had fallen off the radar, Carey was about to hit 30.

America craved a young, dynamic female who had grassroots upbringing and a story that made them relatable. Not an easy childhood, Minaj migrated from Trinidad with a drug-taking alcoholic father, who when Minaj was only five, tried to murder her mother.

Her rise to stardom was astronomical. She stole the show on Kanye West’s “Monster” and had an almost inconceivable eight singles from one album that flooded America’s airwaves. However, it was global hit “Super Bass” that kept Lady Gaga and Beyoncé waking up in a cold sweat.

It was impossible for Pink Friday not to succeed. Condensed with track after track of radio-friendly R&B/Hip-hop hits like “Super Bass”, “Your Love” and “Moment 4 Life”, the public were tickled pink.

On her sophomore release, The Young Money Barbie manages to capture some of the glorious anthems of her debut, but they are scattered amongst way too much album filler. At 19 tracks long, Roman Reloaded is both way too stretched and completely directionless.

The first half is filled with minimalist (aka lazy) raps to maintain her street cred like “Roman Holiday”, “I Am Your Leader” and “Roman Reloaded”, while the latter half is radio-ready pop anthems that fans of “Super Bass” will devour.

As disjointed as Roman Reloaded is, there are moments of glory. The RedOne (or should it be ReDone) produced current hit “Starships” and “Automatic” are Minaj at her finest, “Young Forever” could be her catchiest effort to date, while that and “Marilyn Monroe” echo the previous album’s highlight “Your Love.”

Nicki Minaj has thankfully spared us of a concept album, but she seems unsure of what kind of artist she wants to be – something she better figure out by album no. three. 3 stars.

Album highlights: Young Forever (below), Starships, Marilyn Monroe, Automatic

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Between the sixteen trillion Facebook posts, massive build up via Youtube and the blogosphere effectively going into some sort of homosexual Chenobryl – it feels pointless to write a review of MDNA. You know how it sounds, you know what to expect and yes, you know it’s a damn good album. However, there are three stand out tracks that deserve particular attention.

Love Spent is essentially all the things that have worked about Madonna since 1983. The song wouldn’t be out of place on Ray of Light, American Life, Confessions, Hard Candy, Erotica, Music – everything! Mixing her consistently inventive lyricism with banjos, Mario Brothers electronica, a banging beat and a few kitchen sinks, this is exactly what we want from Madonna.

If Turn Up The Radio isn’t released as a single, than I should give up blogging because I clearly have no idea about what is going on in the music world. Infectious and brimming with Martin Solveig’s current sound, Turn Up The Radio demands you have fun. It’s the most commercial track on the album but shouldn’t be punished for it – it perfectly rounds out the first four clubby tracks of MDNA.

Preceding Radio is I’m Addicted, a track that one ups Girls Gone Wild’s Benassi helmed dance feel. Pulsating, aggressive and catchy as sin, it plays out like the evolution of Confessions on a Dancefloor. One criticism? Shouting MDNA towards the end of the track comes across as both desperate and pointless.

MDNA is one highlight after another. Coming across as Ray Of Confessions, it reinforces Madonna’s irrepressible ability to make us dance and think at the same time.  Nearly 30 years into her career, she hasn’t just given us an easy pill to swallow – she might have just made her best album to date. 4 stars.

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It has been twenty three years since Kylie’s debut single ‘Locomotion’ stormed international charts and propelled Kylie into the stratosphere of pop. Since that time she has endured public condemnation, seemingly endless reinventions and breast cancer to become one of the highest selling females, amassing sales of 70 million records.

After a four year hiatus to battle the big C, Kylie released her tenth studio album X, deemed by enthusiasts as her ‘comeback’ album. Despite containing a multitude of memorable tracks, the reaction was lukewarm. Critics and some die-hard fans wanted an Impossible Princess that documented her struggle with cancer. Others wanted Fever-era Kylie to keep nightclubs open for days. To some extent the latter was fulfilled but an incompetent selection of singles lead to underwhelming sales, particularly in the US. Instant classics like ‘Speakerphone’ and ‘The One’ went neglected while ‘2 Hearts’ was chosen as lead single despite sounding like nothing else on X.

With her latest offering, it becomes immediately apparent that Kylie has learnt her lesson. Aphrodite is more than a return to form – it is a personal best. Enlisting the help of Stuart Price (Madonna’s Confessions on a Dancefloor, Scissor Sisters’ Night Work) Kylie has birthed a pop-dance album caked with potential hits, but more importantly, a point. The girl wants us to have fun.

Album opener and lead single ‘All The Lovers’ is the perfect representation of the sound of Aphrodite. More ‘I Believe in You’ than ‘Can’t Get You Outta My Head’, it effortlessly seduces the listener with its brimming positivity and an electro-pop chorus as epic as the accompanying video.

Via a dependable troupe of songwriters (Jake Shears, Calvin Harris, Nerina Pallot, Nervo), Aphrodite has been super-sized with single possibilities. Closer is a sinister and destitute sci-fi ballad reminiscent of Royksopp’s ‘The Girl and the Robot’, in which Kylie deliberates, “We are breathing the same, we are moving the same. And we were…And we are.”

Another highlight is the Body Language styled ‘Better Than Today’, containing a melody so catchy, it could be injectable. As philosophical as it is simple, Kylie reminds us, “What’s the point in living if you don’t wanna dance?” The euphoric infectiousness is abundant on ‘Looking For An Angel’ and ‘Illusion’. Calvin Harris serves his buzzing electro A-game in ‘Too Much’ while ‘Get Outta My Way’ sounds like the best of 2000s Kylie in a blender – think ‘Love at First Sight’ multiplied by ‘In My Arms’.


Aphrodite is by no means all beauty. Notable misses include the generic ‘Can’t Beat That Feeling’ and the too-camp-even-for-Kylie ‘Aphrodite’. That being said, it seems the princess of pop may have finally found the balance. Aphrodite is the dance extravagance of Fever laced with the (light) philosophizing of Impossible Princess. Catchy, cohesive and classically Kylie.

Key Tracks: Closer, All The Lovers, Looking For an Angel, Better Than Today

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Corynne Elliot, better known as Speech DeBelle, may have been the only person unsurprised by her 2009 Mercury Prize win. Beating the likes of Kasabian, La Roux and Florence & The Machine, one listen to her thrilling debut Speech Therapy and you couldn’t imagine it any other way.

Social commentary over a variety of musical genres is not an innovative concept, but DeBelle’s contemporary and straightforward philosophising mixed with show-stopping production quality signal the arrival of an authentic talent.

Brassy jazz and gutsy beats excel on Spinnin’, the kind of tune Lauryn Hill would be making if she was around in 2009. The Key fuses a breezy arrangement of oboe & cello with DeBelle’s sassy girl-next-door attitude, “I’m getting older now and I’m starting to make sense of it, I’m seeing signs, reading minds like hypnotists, understands the figures like arithmetic and my guess is, people are bad man.”

Go Then, Bye shows a vulnerable quality, both lyrically and compositionally, incorporating acoustic guitars and poignant strings. Bad Boy’s aggressive beats are reminiscent of Rihanna’s Umbrella and the chorus is simplistic yet memorable, again aided by dazzling instrumentals and a dramatic drum ‘n’ bass outro. Equally prominent is Better Days with a hauntingly soulful chorus.

DeBelle’s electrifying debut is not for everyone, but the deserved Mercury-winning combination of first-rate production and clever social commentary will enthuse anyone in search of the next Lily Allen or The Streets.

Key Tracks: Spinnin’, The Key, Bad Boy, Better Days

Speech DeBelle - Speech Therapy

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Kleerup – Kleerup

Swedish producer/songwriter Andreas Kleerup (better known by just his surname) must be a patient man. His international debut, simply named Kleerup, has taken over two years from conception to fruition, thanks to a series of trajectory changing moments. Some were good – Collaboration with Robyn With Every Heartbeat, aided by critical acclaim, came from nowhere to reach no.1 on the UK charts over a year ago. Some were bad – Collaboration with Cyndi Lauper, the excellent Lay Me Down, was stripped entirely of her vocals due to her refusal for the original to appear on his album. Appropriately, this is an album heavily influenced by guest vocals.

In saying that, Kleerup’s aptitude lies as much in his instrumental work as his choice for vocalists. Album opener Hero is an exciting mix of rippling bass, pulsating synth-pop and (captivatingly) Gregorian chants – Not only an effective alliance but also a fitting insight into Kleerup’s signature style. Similarly, Chords benefits from absent vocals – By no means a radio hit but a perfect concoction for weekend chill-out sessions.

Until We Bleed maximizes the talents of the perennially dependable Lykke Li. It’s not immediate, but encapsulates Kleerup’s dazzling ability to ignore modern pop conventions. It contains no definable chorus and stews string arrangements, electro-pop and haunting female vocals.  Sound familiar? It should. With Every Heartbeat was a modern electro-pop masterpiece that similarly breached contemporary pop convention and earned Kleerup his kudos.

This songwriting knack can be further witnessed on 3am, a seemingly saccharine tune that masks the tale of a neglected lover, “3am, honey where you been? Cell phone turned off I waited here, by the phone again, just like last night.” Other highlights include the gorgeous Longing for Lullabies, a breezy electro-balled showcasing Titiyo’s melodious voice.

The originally titled Lay Me Down suffers substantially from the loss of Lauper’s vocals. Kleerup is well aware of this, audaciously renaming it Thank You For Nothing – A deserved stab at Lauper’s austerity.

Comparisons are undoubtedly drawn between Kleerup’s debut and other Scandinavian electro-pop albums such as Royksopp’s recent Junior, no doubt assisted by both employing Robyn and Lykke Li’s vocal chops. Luckily, Kleerup’s distinctive sound and genre colliding ingenuity secure his name as an artist to watch.

Key Tracks: With Every Heartbeat, Longing For Lullabies, 3am, Until We Bleed

Kleerup - Kleerup

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Lisa Mitchell – Wonder

When the indisputably cute Mitchell was cast off Idol in sixth place, there was a sigh of relief rather than disappointment. One listen to Wonder and you’d be hard-pressed to envisage Mitchell belling out Angels Brought Me Here or similar post-Idol fare. Instead, Mitchell has collaborated with the likes of Ben Kweller, Katy Steele, Ben Lee and Clare Bowditch to create one of the most exciting debuts of 2009.

So far, Mitchell has excelled in her choice of singles. Having placed 12th on my Top 75 Songs of 2008 list, Neapolitan Dreams is immediate with its chiming, cutesy lyrics and catchy “ba da ba da da da das.”. The inventive and hopelessly romantic Coin Laundry shines with its mix of whimsical vocals, gorgeous piano melody and (bizarrely) beat boxing. Red Wine Lips is already garnering warranted attention on Triple J, aided by its calypso xylophones and schoolyard whistling.

Influence wise, it’s a mixed bag. Mitchell channels Cat Power on Love Letter and Reef’s classic Place Your Hands on the honest Sidekick, “Even the bravest lions, they need a sidekick…Even the tallest kings, they need a sidekick.” Neapolitan Dreams closely echoes Feist’s equally stellar 1234, while So Jealous’ acoustic melody could be lifted from Ben Harper’s Fight For Your Mind. The album on the whole will also hit a note with fans of Rachel Yamagata’s folk/pop stylings.

Wonder’s achievement, thanks to endowed song-writing, lies in its ability to be both instantly familiar and utterly unique. Fans of Cat Power’s The Greatest, Feist’s The Reminder or Rachel Yamagata’s Happenstance will enthusiastically embrace Mitchell’s folk styling and instinctive ability to narrate.

Key Tracks: Neapolitan Dreams, Coin Laundry, Sidekick

Lisa Mitchell - Wonder

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A new album and another different direction for the increasingly dependable Blasko. Where The Overture & The Underscore delivered sing-a-long style rock/folk gems, What the Sea Wants, The Sea Will Have gave us insight into Blasko’s lush orchestral arrangements and cerebral relationship anecdotes. For album no.3, Blasko has teamed up with Bjorn (of Peter, Bjorn & John fame) and the results are expectedly melodious.

Opener Down on Love is ethereal with tinkling pianos and lush vocals, Hold On My Heart and lead single All I Want both employ old Western howling, the latter best demonstrating Bjorn’s distinctive rattling percussion. Is My Baby Yours survives a repetitively weak chorus to become one of Blasko’s most beautiful ballads yet, utilizing beguiling Spanish guitars. Over & Over effectively merges calypso and country – yet another winner.

Blasko has achieved two major goals with As Day Follows Night. First and foremast, As Day Follows Night is an album encrusted with splendor, an album that somehow betters both of Blasko’s exceptional previous efforts. Secondly, ADFN is Blasko’s first concept album – a haunting and lyrically compelling story of lost love. BUY this album right now.

Key Tracks: All I Want, Over & Over, Is My Baby Yours, Bird On A Wire

Sarah Blasko

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Jordin Sparks – Battlefield

Two years ago, American Idol Season 6 winner Jordin Sparks made a gamble. Rather than rush release an appalling post-Idol album crammed with lackluster ballads about realising dreams (apart from forced debut single This Is My Now), Sparks created an unpredictably fun, flippant and critically accepted R&B/pop pearl. Surefire hits like Tattoo, One Step At A Time and predominately No Air shone, while album-fillers were replaced with the likes of Shy Boy, Young And In Love and Freeze, songs applauded by Rolling Stone, The New York Times and Entertainment Weekly, creating the first genuine Idol star since Season four winner Carrie Underwood, while the third overall including Kelly Clarkson. Her girl next door appeal was universal and her unashamed attitude to deliver fun pop was celebrated – with one and a half million sales.

It’s therefore a genuine surprise that this exciting talent has chosen the safe route. Battlefield is merely an exercise in copycatting. Moreover, Sparks has done the number one faux pas of pop albums – Relying on three or four decent singles and injecting the rest of the album with space filler.

This is not to say that those singles aren’t bad. Lead single Battlefield is the stunning reincarnation of Pat Benetar’s Love Is A Battlefield, stuffed with humungous percussion, 80s influences and ridiculously over-the-top lyrics “You better go and get your armour.” The news is not so good for songwriter Ryan Tedder. It doesn’t take a musical protige to comprehend that Beyonce’s ‘Halo’, Kelly Clarkson’s ‘Already Gone’ and now Sparks’ ‘Battlefield’ are all the same song re-worked. Tedder – Sharpen your writing skills, or music critics will sharpen their talons.

Single in waiting Walking on Snow has a gorgeous guitar melody and is reminiscent of Sparks’ earlier work. S.O.S (Let The Music Play) samples Shannon’s previous hit, and despite a shoddy Rihanna imitation holds its own, sounding both very current and a prospect summer dance anthem. Additionally, Sparks’ signature brazen exuberance can be best heard on the synthy Emergency (911).

Regrettably, the rest of the album is strewn with the kind of post-Idol balladry expected to be on her debut. No Parade and the self-penned Faith best exemplify the ‘heard it before’ feeling to the record. Cheesier than mother’s day commercials, they both reek of safety and banality. Those fans desperately craving a sequel to No Air are fresh out of luck.  Don’t Let It Go To Your Head is as close as it gets in terms of exaggerated bliss. A respectable and enjoyable tune, but not in the league of her previous no.1 hit. However, a bigger disaster would’ve been an ill-timed reunion with Chris Brown. Additionally, The Cure is gob-smackingly cheesy and the kind of ballad anthem I would ordinarily describe as unlistenable, though Sparks’ charm and exquisite vocals turn mince meat into filet mignon.

Battlefield is not a disaster but is an illustration of regression, rather than progression. Sparks has, to put it tackily, lost a bit of her spark. For album no.3, Sparks needs to take another gamble or she will become (groan) yet another Mariah/Whitney wannabe.

Key Tracks: Battlefield, Walking On Snow, S.O.S (Let The Music Play)

Jordin Sparks

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