It’s no coincidence that after Rose Elinor Dougall and her fellow vocalists left them, The Pipettes swiftly plummeted from pitch-perfect Phil Spector admirers to a sorry papier mâché pastiche of the same: once a deliberately manufactured band, not cynically or ironically but gleefully and conveniently, they became a bad cover version of themselves. Instead, the vibrancy that made The Pipettes so much fun was to be found in Dougall’s solo debut Without Why. From start to finish it pings and fizzes round her strong vocals, more serious than the bubblegum pop of We Are The Pipettes but at the same time almost falling over itself to show you a good time.