Album Review: The Corrs - Jupiter Calling

You could be forgiven for not realising this is The Corrs' second record since their decade-long hiatus - sisters Andrea, Sharon and Caroline took time out for family, and explored solo music and TV careers of varying degrees of success, while Jim became a foil-hat conspiracy theorist (9/11! Flying saucers!) of some notoriety.

The turn-of-the-century Celtic darlings have put some thought into this, notably by engaging producer T Bone Burnett - sometime Elvis Costello collaborator and O Brother, Where Art Thou composer, among other things. He removes some of the diddly-eye folkiness, trading it for an almost alt-country warmth in places, but leaving the lilting Irish harmonies mostly in place.

The songs have some range: Son Of Solomon is a little earthier in its morning tumblings, while others like the piano-based Hit The Ground Running or A Love Divine put their shamrock romance on safer ground. They have also drawn attention to their newly revealed political side - Sos stands for Song Of Syria - but the voices are still oddly sweet, even while watching "a doll in the water".

There's not anything really wrong here and it all comes with a carefully polished sheen. But maybe The Corrs just aren't special anymore. And that's a shame.