Say what you like about GaGa’s Paris Hilton-goes- to-art school shtick but the Wicked Witch of dance pop always brings her a-game. On The Fame, GaGa presented herself as a bubblegum starlet for the postmodern age and her new songs continue in that vein, particularly the dark Ibiza funk of ‘Bad Romance’, the lyrics of which read like a Hallmark card phrased by David Cronenberg (“I want your ugly/ I want your disease/ I want your everything/ so long as its free”). At the same time, there’s much more here that regurgitated Gaga-isms: on ‘Alejandro’ she makes a decent fist of high NRG euro-pop; ‘Teeth’, which closes the EP, is an R’n B excursion with production from new jack swing ground-breaker Terry Riley. The biggest surprises, however, are straight up glam stomper ‘Speechless’, and ‘Telephone’, a hairdryer funk-out that sees Beyoncé join her in the recording booth for a joint lamentation on guys who insist on calling you up when you’re getting jiggy with your gal friends. The Fame Monster –  it’s aliiive!