Teenage Dream

What Katy did next – world domination!

You know what you get with Katy Perry, and we get it in spades on Teenage Daydream: glistening pop hooks, ferocious paeans to hedonism and enough drive and ambition to stun a rhino.

Ms Perry clearly knows this is her moment, and the follow-up to the world-conquering One Of The Boys is a sleek, effervescent yet clinically calculated master class in pop opportunism.

The choruses, buffed to a dazzling sheen on the likes of the title track and Firework by Britney producer Max Martin, tower like skyscrapers, while Snoop Dogg-starring single California Gurls remains an irresistible delight.

Katy fares less well when she slips into Ke$ha-style party girl mode: Last Friday Night (TGIF) is fun but sags beneath a lyric that is so corny you could harvest it. While Peacock, with its playground chorus of “I want to see your peacock-cock-cock!” falls one level short of a double entendre.

She’s better on the rockier, darker-hued Circle The Drain, but by the end of Teenage Dream you feel you’ve been steamrollered by a ruthless, remorseless pop juggernaut. It will sell by the gazillion.

Album Review by Ian Gittins