It's not fit for purpose
As infuriating as the phrase ‘not fit for purpose’ is (politician talk for ‘doesn’t work’), it fits [a]Pixie Lott[/a]. Pout-faced Pixie’s purpose for the ardent indie fan is to goad you into a violent hatred that strengthens your sense of what’s true and beautiful. And yet… the pumping, [a]Ke$ha[/a]-ish hi-NRG jubilance of ‘[b]All About Tonight[/b]’ is… quite good. The defanged Rihanna-ish hip-pop of ‘[b]What Do You Take Me For?[/b]’ with [b]Pusha T[/b] is… quite good. Her Jools Holland-ready retropop collaboration with [a]Stevie Wonder[/a] is… horrible, but still not horrible enough. Rather than righteous ire, you’re left with only a sense of moral and cultural confusion, rather as if you’d caught yourself lusting after an ironing board.