The charming thing about good pop music is its way with a hook. Repetition’s marvellous when it’s done really well. Instead, The Ting Tings’ more-is-more approach to stuffing a musical motif in our ears is so incessantly irritating that, by Katie White’s 95th husky “Day to day/day to day/day to day/day to day” – the album’s eighth track, by the way, the way the way the way – we’re already prepared to smash our laptop into tiny bits. Altogether, it’s an insipid assault of dribbly, sub-Billie Piper pop sludge. Still, it’s music to jog to, I guess. IF YOU’RE  A MORON.