In 2008 Sam Sparro released Black and Gold, a thumping electropop hit that was far better than anything else on his debut album. Four years later and he joins the Little Boots, Ladyhawkes and, perhaps more unkindly, Frankmusik in attempting to reassert his relevance in today's Guettaised musical climate. There's a shift towards a more grown-up, funk-pop sound, though too often this comes off as a straight-up Prince parody, not least in the run of Let the Love In and Yellow Orange Rays, which even has the nerve to name-check a girl called Nikki. When Sparro errs towards disco, as he does on the bouncy We Could Fly and the garrulous Happiness, he sounds more comfortable and assured, and there's an amiable joy sneaking through. But it is difficult to warm to an album that contains one of the most abominable lyrical couplets in recent memories: "You had me feeling like a crackhead/ I'll squeeze you out just like a blackhead," pines Wish I Never Met You. Yuck.