Teenage Dream

The most interesting thing here is the lyrics. Taken out of context, they’re not wholly remarkable and say little more then the typical lyric fodder of aren’t boys great, aren’t boys dumb, I like drinking in clubs, yadda yadda yadda. But when you put them in context with Katy Perry the popstar it becomes obvious that half of the songs were written before she became Mrs Russell Brand, and so more than likely deal with her break-up with that ball bag from the musical abomination Gym Class Heroes, and the other half are all about her new relationship with the guy who decided it would be a good idea to go to work dressed as Osama Bin Laden on the day after the September 11th terror attacks.

Now, instead of making an attempt at an artistic leap forward, Perry has, with her candy-coated follow-up, Teenage Dream, doubled down on the formula that got her here.

It's the kind of disposable pop that leaves your head almost as soon as it's over. It's an album of singles placed in no significant order and with no particular thread.