He may be known for giving pop a euphoric edge, but does one album really need 27 ravey, face-melting build-ups? (Yes, we actually counted.) While Harris is as desperate as an armed robber to get hands in the air, his third album, 18 Months (Fly Eye), neglects some basics – namely variety, originality and songcraft.
It doesn’t help that six of the 15 songs (like Rihanna-collab ‘We Found Love’) are over a year old. Of the newer bangers, Dizzee and Tinie Tempah bring some verbal London swagger, but ultimately 18 Months is sad, predictable and reeks of an insecure man in the DJ booth, desperate for constant signs of life from his audience.