Beverley Knight wrote a large part of her fourth album with Robbie Williams' former right-hand man, Guy Chambers, a man who would be dodging traffic were he any more middle-of-the-road. This is a shame because Knight is a formidable performer, who deserves better company.

Get Up is a fantastic opener; an irrepressibly euphoric dance-hall-inspired pop song that could only have been made by a British artist. The rest of the set is divided between ballads, expertly executed pastiches of vintage funk, disco and 1980s electro-soul.

Knight has a superb band. But there's a frustrating sense that much of this music has been constructed to cater to a demographic. Knight has done some hard living and recently lost one of her closest friends, and you sense these songs, whose overriding theme is endurance, want to bleed and sweat a little more. Still, it's unlikely that a more precious would-be diva would presage a song of self love like Gold with the confession "sometimes I feel more like shit".

Similarly, the inevitable audience participation begins with the division of the crowd into "kings and queens" which, at least, displays an uncommonly knowing appreciation of her fan base.

Somewhere, amid the slickness, though, Knight's personality has been somewhat dissipated. There are glimpses, which are thrilling. Sadly, it's that compromise which probably ensures her continued success.