Adam Green is slowly but surely maturing.

He started out as a foul-mouthed member of the Moldy Peaches, singing folk-thrash songs about downloading porn, and his obsession with crackheads still stands; but now, on his fourth solo album, Green seems to have morphed into the Neil Sedaka of the Strokes generation.

Not that you would ever see Sedaka singing couplets such as "I like to do drugs/I like to have drugs!" as Green does - but there's a touch of the fading torch singer here, coming out in the cheesy swooping strings and mocking baritone.

Hollywood Boll is pure Vegas kitsch, and Hey Dude sounds like Nick Cave would if he watched more Jackass.

At times melancholy and others melodramatic, these are the musings of a young man torn between high camp and innovation; they're as far from the James Blunt camp of singer-songwriters as it's possible to be.