Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix (V2)

The fourth LP from the French quartet sees them gently amble back to the ground occupied by their first: chunky pop music, with the occasional nod to the ’70s (the summery disco lilt of Fences, the beefy groove behind Rome).

A little more variety would have been nice, especially since Thomas Mars’ artfully strained vocals get a little wearying by the end.

But if the title leaves you with a smile on your face, chances are the record will probably do the same.