CD: Mark Ronson - Uptown Special

Musically speaking the mid-1980s stank. The electro-pop blitz and general post-punk aftershock had faded, but the first hints of the rave revolution were years away.

The period reeked of schmoozy, cokey Los Angeles session men playing over-produced jazz-funk with a tinny “rock edge”, to be danced to by UK suburbanites pretending they were Jennifer Beals or, if male, hoping in Mr Byrite suits to be mistaken for Miami police detectives in slip-on loafers. This is what Mark Ronson’s new album – co-created with Kanye/Jay-Z super-producer Jeff Bhasker – sounds like. It even has Stevie Wonder dropping in, perhaps to recreate the vibe from his rightfully relegated-to-history Woman in Red soundtrack.

There are, of course, some juicy pop cuts that belie this description. Prime among them is the chart-topping “Uptown Funk”, featuring Bruno Mars, a golden Chic-meets-Pharrell moment, but also “Feel Right”, featuring Mystikal, a smart James Brown pastiche, and “In Case of Fire” which has a certain lazy yacht rock charm. More often, however, like Stuart Price’s unlovable Zoot Woman project before it, Ronson’s regurgitation of Eighties American FM radio smoothness is simply bland. Tracks such as "Summer Breaking" and "I Can't Lose" are M.O.R. surface sheeny and as slick as a Beverley Hills movie agent on the pull, even if the former does incongruously feature Kevin Parker of Australian psyche-rockers Tame Impala on vocals.

Taken out of context, i.e. without the knowledge that this is the fourth album from a shrewd, well-heeled culture vulture and Amy Winehouse collaborator, these could be mistaken for 21^st century rerubs of iffy Kool & the Gang ballads and Hall & Oates off-cuts. It’s possible if you were beachside in the tropics rather than in freezing, sleet-swept, austerity Britain, the whole thing might be more palatable but, even with that in mind, Daft Punk did it first and better.

Overleaf: Watch the video for "Uptown Funk" featuring Bruno Mars