This certainly doesn't sound like the work of a Buddhist monk. On his first album in nine years, Leonard Cohen picks up familiar themes as though he'd never gone up the mountain in the first place. At a languorous pace and in that voice that clings like a burr, Cohen croons about love, loss and vice. As expected, the words are fantastic. Sadly, the music on 10 New Songs is about as imaginative as the album title. One-woman band Sharon Robinson's fake strings and Bontempi organ beats threaten to turn the poet's triumphant comeback disc into cheap karaoke. Surely at this stage Cohen can afford an orchestra, or at least a real band.