Pick of the week

Hadouken!
That Boy That Girl (Surface Noise)

The music weeklies were once castigated for their "build 'em up, knock 'em down" attitude to new bands. Then, you'd wait a whole week to find out who was officially uncool; now, with music blogs, the process has been accelerated to minutes. Lo-fi Leeds group Hadouken! were deified and crucified by the internet tastemakers before they'd even released anything. They embody the archetypes of the indie-hater hipster: new rave hoodies, the toe-curling appropriation of grime patois, shout-outs to MySpace and skinny jeans. But this debut is a nastily acute attack on the vacuous values of the scene that spawned them, and honestly, it's just an ace noise. A clattering Day-glo grime-pop that sounds angry and incandescently arrogant in the same stuttering breath.

All Saints
Chick Fit (Parlophone)

Just hearing the soft rave synths and giddy rhapsody of the Appletons and their tormentors on Chick Fit as you patrol the aisles of Topshop puts a pirouette in your step, making even the Saturday morning scrum around the sales rack seem oddly beautiful. With rumours of Girls Aloud and Sugababes splits casting a cloud over the charts, this bitch slap of a reunion couldn't have come at a better time.

The Knife
Marble House (Brille)

So perfectly formed was the Knife's Silent Shout electro symphony that hearing Marble House outside of the album makes it sound eerily displaced and out of time. Remixed here by "cutting edge names" such as Planningtorock and Rex The Dog, the song's DNA is spliced crudely into four mutated clones that warp the spectral waltz of the original into demented disco.

Big Brovaz
Big Bro Thang (Genetic)

Big Brovaz had the misfortune of being cast as "the stage school So Solid Crew" during the period that Megaman's footsoldiers were gleefully ramraiding the Top 10 with ghetto pop genius like 21 Seconds. Five years on and they've darkened up their lovably cheesy sound with minor key Dre-esque braggadocio, that seems pretty cool and classy - until you see the video with one of them "whited-up" as Brandon Lee from The Crow.

Lil' Chris
Figure It Out (RCA)

This, Lil' Chris's third single, is about a third as good as debut single Checkin' It Out. It does the exact same stuttering new wave vocal thing, but the teeny emo tot is still as cute and cuddly as a puppy - albeit one with a permanent hard on that's trying to shag your leg. "Pumping the organ", indeed.

Take That
Shine (Polydor)

Mark Owen! Little Mark! Hearing his chirpy little brogue on this slice of sub-Scissor Sisters cabaret, you just want to ruffle his hair and rustle him up a jam sandwich. Imagine having a little Mark Owen of your own to carry around in your pocket and take out when you're feeling down. Shine is blatantly about Mark's old mucker Robbie Williams. "You! You're such a big star to me!" Mark beams. "You're everything I want to be! But you're stuck in a hole, and I want you to get out." Aw, Robbie, y'great twat.