I’m going to see Lily Allen on Saturday night in San Francisco (thank you craigslist), and in preparation I’ve been listening to her most recent album, It’s Not Me, It’s You.

Lily Allen is most definitely not work-safe, and while Not Fair doesn’t actually have curse-words in it, it’s not exactly G-rated either. As Sasha Frere-Jones wrote in the New Yorker:

“It’s Not Me, It’s You” ... is a stronger and more coherent record than her début, though it’s not necessarily more “mature,” a word that floats around every time a young musician manages to make a good second record. ...her voice is the center, in every sense. She’s no more polite than before, but she’s more empathic, and her mind ranges beyond her life in London.

It’s Not Me, It’s You is an eminently listenably album – upbeat rhythms, catchy tunes, and slick, funny lyrics. In Him, Allen sings (of God):

Do you think he’s any good at remembering people’s names
Do you think he’s ever taken smack or cocaine
I don’t imagine he’s ever been suicidal
His favourite band is Creedence Clearwater Revival