ALISON Goldfrapp and her bandmate s fourth album is not like the spangly, electronica-drenched disco-burlesque of the duo s previous efforts. It might have earned them a devoted fanbase, rejoicing at finding such a proudly quirky collective, but three yea

ALISON Goldfrapp and her bandmate's fourth album is not like the spangly, electronica-drenched disco-burlesque of the duo's previous efforts.

It might have earned them a devoted fanbase, rejoicing at finding such a proudly quirky collective, but three years after the acclaimed Supernature, most glitz has been jettisoned in favour of a psychedelic, contemplative and overly lethargic style.

The pop pedigree has suffered slightly in the process as there's often not enough to distinguish Seventh Tree from the crowd.

Electronica and classical instruments still swirl around Alison's engaging voice, but the groovy, left-field disco sentiments too often lose out to floundering, middle-of-the-road daydreaming. Not terrible, but hardly up to standard. ***