There is no way she can please everyone. Lily Allen is forever sealed as an artist that some people will absolutely love for her freshness, for her sass and her occasionally challenging subject matter, whereas some people will hate her for her weird enunciations, for her incessant glorification of the mundane and for her silver spoon status. Luckily for her, with singles as strong as 'Littlest Things', Allen has apparently started to tip the balance.

It's the restraint that impresses here. It could have been a vacuous mash of annoying Lahndahn-isms and juvenile join-the-dots goes pop, but thanks to the lovely vocal line and sampling that reeks of innate class it avoids any major pitfalls. The lyrics speak plainly of young love, full of those frustrating colloquialisms that are no doubt supposed to be cheeky and endearing, but the futility of the narrative's outcome proves entertaining enough along with the odd minutiae of the setting: "I was just so happy in your boxers and t-shirt," she swoons. And this is all enough to distract the listener from the fact that not a great deal happens throughout. It's all smoke and mirrors, melodic fragments masquerading as something more substantial and cheeky basslines skulking in the background.

But it doesn't matter, as she sounds like she means every word she says. If this is the last single to be released from her Alright, Still record, she could well leave the majority wanting more.