Disregard the effervescent title Young Foolish Happy: Pixie Lott takes a sharp left turn away from youthfulness on her sophomore set, determined to fulfill an imagined need for a diva with the stuffy stylishness of Natasha Bedingfield and the overworked desperation of Joss Stone in her modern R&B phase. Being British -- and this album indicates that she and her team have given up on the idea of a U.S. crossover -- she favors pulsating Euro-disco alternating with immaculately tailored showcases for vocal gymnastics, occasionally punctuating these two sounds with a bit of Mark Ronson-driven retro-soul, such as the Motown-mythologizing "Stevie on the Radio." That's one of the brighter, better songs here, largely because it has bigger beats and hooks; the rest of the record has the form of a blockbuster record but lacks the requisite rhythms or hooks and its scale dampens Lott's spunky personality, which was her primary charm on her debut.
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AllMusic Review by Stephen Thomas Erlewine