Rufus Wainwright Want One (DreamWorks) Want One should be called Want, only it couldn't be because there is a Want Two planned. Singer, songwriter and instrumentalist Rufus Wainwright apparently has put all his 'presentable, accessible' material on this, his third album, saving the 'more daunting tracks, the operatic, weird stuff, some heavy numbers' for the planned sequel. Which begs the question: how presentable and accessible is Want One? Well, first impressions are ominous. On the CD cover Wainwright is pictured in a scene straight out of vintage Monty Python as a medieval knight in chainmail, armour and clutching a sword. The opening, Oh What A World, fits this surreal mould perfectly: a chirpy plainsong intro gives way to parping organ and a Sergeant Pepperesque ditty on the weirdness and too-fast pace of modern life. All rather entertaining. From there, Wainwright's much-praised songwriting kicks in, but too often is bogged down by playing that is anaemic and reminiscent of Travis trying to do Coldplay. That's not supposed to sound as rude as it does, because Wainwright, Travis and Coldplay are all good things, but Want One's cadences and climaxes are recurringly flat. Some of this is down to Wainwright's nasal, tenor voice (softer by far since his eponymous 1998 debut) and some to the formula drum'n'guitar arrangement of the pop ballad. For the son of famed American folk singer Loudon Wainwright III and Canadian pianist Katie McGarrigle this is a coming-of-age album. It encompasses love lost and sought, the search for purpose and an open admission of feeling lost in a dizzying world. There are some precious thoughts and turns of phrase in the mix, but Wainwright's pen is maturing with every album, and we await with intrigue the 'weird stuff' we are promised next spring.