Jedward return with their third album. Which is probably the most depressing sentence I have ever written. Within the first 30 seconds, one is already questioning how on earth they convinced someone that this was worth releasing.┬áThe sound drifts between clubland eurotrash, faux pop-rock nonsense and wet, insincere ballads. All heavily overproduced and autotuned to within an inch of it’s life. This is pop music songwriting by numbers, put together by someone apparently suffering from dyscalculia. While their first album shit all over some classic pop tunes, this a whole different ball game of bullshit. If I had a rating lower than 0 stars, this would get it in a heartbeat.

Album review requested by Rosa, one of our loyal readers.