Pitchfork have finally got around to reviewing my most disliked album of the moment.

(Okay, my second-most disliked album of the moment. My most disliked album of the moment happens to be one from my most disliked artists who try to sound like everyone else and end up sounding so dreary and oh, gosh, there’s that melody that goes plink, plink up and down the piano, just like the vocals, and even worse all of their songs are like it. Actually, if you’ve heard Fix You, you’ll realise I’m right. 100%. All of the damn time.)

Sorry. Deep breath.

This time, I’m writing about Supernature by Goldfrapp. This is the kind of album where the iTunes 30 second samples demonstrate all you need to know about this album. No song goes anywhere. Take the single Ooh La La, for example. Now, I’ve heard the single, and everything stays the same the whole way through. Even the chorus (I guess you can call it that) stays in the same mode, the same mood, as the rest of the song. There’s no highs, no lows, no changes in chords. It’s electro-chug, stuck with some hideous 70s fixation.

Everyone should just go and listen to Miss Kittin instead.