When it comes to pop artists, female vocalists tend to be the ones who are most closely scrutinized. Look at Britney Spears. Look at Ashlee Simpson. And then quickly look away, because chances are Lily Allen will be more than sufficient to distract you. And any scrutiny that would be thrown her way could only be in bewilderment that she's had the experiences she's had, having only recently hit the age of 21.
Through her lyrics it's clear that she's had enough adult experience by now to be able to create songs with some substance behind them. Her experiences don't appear to have all been positive--in fact, have any?--but her devil-may-care attitude has led her to a place of somewhat forced optimism and nonchalance, more than likely for the sake of her sanity. As a result, her extremely healthy sarcastic wit is fantastic and abundant on this album, each of the songs shining brightly because of it. In "LDN," she turns a blind eye to the horrors of city life; in both "Friday Night" and "Friend of Mine," she's clearly dealing with the conflicts that can be evident between clashing young women; and "Not Big" and "Littlest Things" (one and the same, perhaps?) speak of the horrors of relationships gone sour. Even family issues are not immune, as laid out in "Alfie," a story apparently about her deadbeat brother.
Sonically, this album is quite an anomaly, since at first it may seem to be just your typical pop-dance record, something easily dismissed, however given a chance the typical listener will be completely blown away by how catchy the songs are, and how easily they can get stuck in his or her head. The music is great for dancing, great for driving, great for everything really, and should definitely be consumed at high volume.
Standout tracks are: "LDN," "Smile," "Littlest Things," and "Friday Night." Guaranteed to get you moving.