Album: Santigold, Masters of my Make-Believe (Atlantic)

Saturday 21 April 2012 18:37 BST

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Santigold was one of 2008's great pop finds, making the sound of tumbleweed whistling around her second album baffling.

Especially given the results: a humid fever-dream of globally minded electronics and post-punk hauteur even more atmospheric than her debut. As strong on sensually zoned-out ballads as it is on MIA-ish, martial-dance workouts, it even contains what sounds like an apocalyptic riposte to "Kids in America". Bewitching.

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