Timberlake’s third solo album is all mood and no tension, exclusively foreplay fare.
A second set occupying a murkier world than that of Hurts’ glossy debut.
An album that has to be heard to be believed.
Dido’s fourth album is both familiar and surprising, taking some unexpected turns.
Sandé’s first live album features all the hits – but there’s little edge on display.
Patchy comeback collection from the Big Big World singer.
Kentish singer’s second crack at a music career may lead to rich rewards.
An incredibly addictive pop record comparable to no other contemporary release.
Shot through with the confidence of a man with the hit parade Midas touch.
Ke$ha’s trademark trashiness is disturbingly infectious.
A genuine joy to listen to… Well, for a couple of weeks at least.
Incredible proof of how perfect pop can be in the right hands.
Knowingly titled, impossibly bouncy and genuinely likeable.
The sound of a human dragged headfirst into a breakdown, and somehow surviving it.
If they survive the winners’ curse, Little Mix could prove an interesting prospect.
An extraordinary record from a singer previously overlooked.
Beautiful and bereft, and hard to listen to with easy joy.
Versatile London rave-rapper turns more misery into money.
The record-breaking boyband’s second album ticks every fan’s boxes.