For better or for worse, the Black Eyed Peas have increasingly morphed into Fergie and the Black Eyed Peas, so it makes sense for them to do an album that could be officially described as such. will.i.am still drops a few rhymes here and there, but it works much better when he stays behind the desk. Not that Fergie's much of an MC either, but do we really expect her to be? As trashy hiphop-pop goes, this succeeds at what it's supposed to do - it bounces, gets stuck in your head (whether you want it to or not) and sounds both familiar and contemporary. The Dutchess would've been better if they cut the "serious" songs - Fergie's just not convincing as a soulful singer, and you don't want your audience to laugh at the lyrics on the ballads as well as the club bangers. Basically, if London Bridge doesn't make you want to rip your ears off, you'll enjoy almost 80 per cent of the album. And conveniently, the worst songs are toward the end; depending on your attention span, you may never even play them.