Lady Gaga's debut album 'The Fame' irritated me no end on first listen, its brand of homogeneous electro pop sounding flat and uninspiring. But repeat plays revealed the undeniable catchiness of the songs.

It opens with a bang with chart topper 'Just Dance', a synth heavy, 1980s pop feel single that is a surefire dance floor filler.

Equally catchy is 'Poker Face', which although less in-your-face, has probably more staying power than 'Just Dance'.

The majority of the album consists of unashamedly hedonistic pop, but there is some regrettable filler thrown in which demands to be fast-forwarded. The horrendous 'Brown Eyes' is a cheesy piano ballad which makes you wonder why she deemed it necessary to include it on the mostly upbeat line-up.

Equally hard to endure is 'Eh Eh (Nothing Else I Can Say)'. It has a sickly sweet, radio friendly sound that belies her party-heavy image and undoes the good work of the album's opening tracks.

Luckily, she gets her groove back on the next track, 'Starstruck'. With more of an R&B sound than what's come before, her heavily distorted vocals suit the dirty beat and rapper Flo Rida's guest appearance. Title track 'The Fame' has the same brand of irrepressible pop as Girls Aloud at their 'Sounds of the Underground' best.

Lyrics vary from entertainingly ridiculous and tongue-in-cheek ("Let’s have some fun, this beat is sick, I wanna take a ride on your disco stick”) to embarrassingly unimaginative and vapid ("There's nothing else I can say"). Gratefully, they mostly veer towards the former, and the trashy beats take centre stage for most of the songs anyway.

She's not treading any new ground in the world of pop here, but she knows how to create a good tune and with a set of slick producers at her service, this album proves she's certainly no one-hit-wonder.

Sarah McIntyre