While the world is distracted by the Miley Cyrus album release, turn to Shura, who returns with her third album six years after her last.
And what a delight it is. Pure loveliness from start to finish, electro-art-pop that lies somewhere between Robyn and Brian Eno. Such areas can often be cold, but Shura’s trick is in bringing the warmth: Leonard Street is pure Harry Nilsson loveability; World’s Worst Girlfriend is the best song Cyndi Lauper never wrote.
