SINGLES from Lily Allen’s third album have underwhelmed some online critics, with even her agreeing they were ‘docile pop rubbish’ and blaming her label for picking weak tracks.

In fact, the entire record is classic Allen, sugar-sweet vocals dripping with venom, particularly on the opening title track where she sticks the knife into Lady Gaga and Katy Perry for ‘female Messiah’ complexes.

But she doesn’t spare herself, including both the self-conscious Insincerely Yours, attacking mercenary celebrity culture, and Allen’s cover of Keane’s Somewhere Only We Know for John Lewis.

Otherwise the album is dominated by catchy hip-hop and dance beats, sounding rather like her derided peers, yet toned down to give prominence to her cutting lyrics.

Its obsession with social media will date quickly, and parents may be offended by the plentiful swearing.