In a recent New York Times profile, Pink’s manager correctly described this seventh album as “just a continuation of the previous records”. So we get self-consciously “controversial” Pink on the Eminem-featuring Revenge; bruised and heartbroken Pink (the lovely But We Lost It); down and out but with a hint of idealism Pink (Barbies), and the nagging sense that we’ve been here before. It’s a shame, because the pockets of experimentation often work, especially the Jack Antonoff-produced, restless title track and the soft electronic pulse of Secrets. I Am Here, however, aims for gospel-tinged redemption but ends up sounding like indie-folk no-marks the Lumineers. Overall, it does the job, but no more than that.