Album: Thea Gilmore, Murphy's Heart (Fullfill)

Busy, heartfelt, garrulous English pop-rock like an overheard rant in a provincial pub: compelling, because it appears to reveal so much; frustrating, because the sheer volume of words drowns the valley.

Gilmore is good and she knows it. This is her 10th album and it shows in the confidence of her utterances. Whether it's her best is moot: it's certainly the most Radio 2 friendly, in its briskly blatty semi-acoustic arrangements and observational elan. What's she getting at, you wonder. Could go either way, you think.