Calvin Harris (Sony)

A little like Frankmusik, who’s been trying to steal his thunder, Harris is more convincing behind a computer than he is behind a mic.

Still, not even his uniformly rubbish vocals kill this LP of cheeky pop.

He’s less successful when he deviates from the dance floor, as on the awkward electro shuffle of Blue and shambolic slowie Burns Night.

But Stars Come Out and the LCD Soundsystem-esque beats of The Rain are tremendous, two highlights of a surprisingly enjoyable record.

WILL FULFORD-JONES