More often than not ... Mø lets her eclectic influences percolate at their own pace, and the slinky guitar lines of Maiden are a perfect example of how hypnotic she can be.
This fifth ... manages to connect those different directions – the muscular riffs of Humbug and the wistful pop of Suck It and See – with the bristling energy and sense of fun that propelled their initial recordings.
Inevitably, Arc lacks coherence; it's the sound of a band working out who they want to be.
Throughout Devotion you're never told to sit up and pay attention. Instead it quietly works its magic, a genuinely individual statement by an artist who didn't expect to become a pop star, but might struggle to stop it happening anyway – after all, the groove is in her heart.
On first listen, you'll think someone should have spent a couple of hours with them in the editing studio. A few plays down the line, you'll realise that really would be missing the point.
This, perhaps, has always been the thrilling paradox of Lady Gaga – that she can be the most exciting, confounding and mind-bogglingly creative artist on planet pop while still sounding like an early-90s Tampax advert.
They’ve made this record, not for their bank balances, but for the emo kids, disillusioned Libs fans and alt.rock obsessives who’ve held them close to their hearts since day one.
Never does any of this attention to detail interfere with the record’s main purpose – to make you shake parts of your body you never knew existed.
Essentially this is a stripped-down, punk rock record with every touchstone of Great British Music covered