The Best Damn Thing
If there's an award for the most inappropriately titled album of the year, please give it to Avril Lavigne. The Best Damn Thing is one of the worst damn things Canada's self-proclaimed punk princess has released since she and her vast selection of ties bombarded the airwaves in 2002.
Lavigne has done some growing up since her debut effort obliterated her chart competitors - most notably by walking up the aisle to where Sum41's Deryck Whibley was waiting to make her a wife last year.
Despite enlisting a who's who of collaborators including Rob Cavallo who worked with Greenday and My Chemical Romance, and Dr Luke who worked with Pink and Lady Sovereign, The Best Damn Thing is like one big sandwich stuffed with fillings, yet utterly dissatisfying.
Unlike her debut Let Go, which oozed a consistent stream of hits, it feels as if Lavigne has spread herself too thin on this one.
Girlfriend is the poor man's Hey Mickey - bratty, brackish and cheap - a trend that continues with the title track. One of Those Girls contains cringe-worthy lyrics, complete with regurgitated segues - the kind you've heard on a Greenday album from the 1990s.
There are redeeming tracks: Runaway, Keep Holding On and I Can Do Better.
This untidy collection is Lavigne's last chance at the tween market before she becomes too old to wear pink streaks in her hair and black nail polish. It's time she spends time in the lab reworking her formula - this one is tired.