TAKING leaves from the books of Scissor Sisters and Rufus Wainwright has done master Wolf very little harm at all. What could have been a Mika-esque cacophony of high camp and no substance has actually turned out three albums of deft, piano-lead singer-songwritery.

Regardless of whether or not Wolf's voice is strong enough to pull it off, The Magic Position gambols with Weimer torch songs, Judy Garland cabaret clinches and Scott Walker dynamics - Marianne Faithful even crops up on Magpie. There's darkness here, but it's only hinted at, in the gaps between the lines on The Bluebell and if, by the time you get to the schmaltzy Enchanted it's all worn a bit thin, don't quit the album until you've taken in the beautifully arranged The Stars.