While once we loved Alison Goldfrapp for her hypnotic ethereal lullabies, now we admire for her ascendance into a fiery queen of squelchy disco. Owing less to the upsurge of electroclash than to Goldfrapp’s exorcism of the demons she kept within for her more mellower debut, Black Cherry is a more brutal album. While her soothing tones still crop up from time to time, the production here is far more direct and aggressive. An album made to make you sit up rather than start your slouching, this is the sound of Goldfrapp warning you to be on your toes-who knows what lies next?