Album: Goldfrapp, Seventh Tree (Mute)

With Seventh Tree, Goldfrapp make the kind of huge stylistic leap you don't expect from a band whose previous album finally secured them a million-seller.

They have ditched the pony-tailed coquettes and electro-erotic stomps of Black Cherry and Supernature for a sophisticated version of winsome-damsel folk music – like swapping leather for lace. "Clowns" sets the tone, with sleek, Mantovani-esque strings smoothing over the rustic edges of a folkie lullaby; "Little Bird" blossoms into a high-register Kate Bush effulgence.

The blessed Bush seems a touchstone in several tracks, as when Alison Goldfrapp's delicate vocal is bound by a cat's cradle of tremulous Optigon guitar arpeggios in "Eat Yourself". Lyrically, the album is mostly nonsense, in the noble tradition of Lear and Carroll; even the singer's hospitalisation is transformed through a drug-induced reverie in "A&E". The closest to their former synth-pop selves is the psychedelic oompah march "Happiness", but the best is saved for the sublime anthemic pop of "Caravan Girl".

Download this: 'Caravan Girl', 'Eat Yourself', 'Little Bird', 'A&E'