On this album, Lily Allen approaches pop music with a hip-hop sensibility. And it's not just because the English singer enlisted Kendrick Lamar and Drake collaborator DJ Dahi to produce the skittering standout title track.
A clever lyricist, she'd make quite a good rapper. And on Sheezus, Allen takes on her contemporaries - Gaga, Lorde, Riri - in hip-hop's competitive spirit while also betraying some of her signature insecurity and singing about her period.
Mostly, though, with producer Greg Kurstin back on board, Allen's third album is a continuation of the light, slick pop stylings of her first two efforts - granted, with dubby, electro and R&B additions. Not that we wanted a revolution. We've missed Allen's sweet sass since she went on hiatus five years ago and had a family.
Her domestic bliss songs are predictably the most boring, the exception being L8 CMMR, the dancehall-esque, Auto-Tuned track in which she sings of her husband's virility.
And whether or not you can stomach the controversial music video for Hard Out Here, the song - "Forget your balls and grow a pair of tits, it's hard out here for a bitch" - rings way too true to ignore.
Top track: L8 CMMR