COMING on like an unexpected amalgam of Sly Stone, Stevie Wonder, Prince and (oops!) Terence Trent D'Arby, young Master Jordan (he's 21) has scared up a fair bit of positive noise in the short while his head has been above the parapet. A teenage running mate of Amy Winehouse, the boy looks good, probably moves like a stage school dream and wouldn't look amiss on a million teenage girls' bedroom walls, but the music is a hit-and-miss affair.

Happy clappy 80s-style singalongs that think they're leftovers from Talking Book, sit and scratch a little uneasily next to smooth R&B flavas and an unlikely stab at late-70s Brit-soul a la Lynx/Shalamar. Somewhat self-consciously he throws in a few soft rock and metal guitar stylings to stop it all getting too comfortable.