Since I have professed my love for the banjo before, it will come as no surprise as to how much I like Nelly Furtado’s Powerless. Despite the classic second album “poor ole me lyrics”, the other Nelly has managed to strap her trademark slightly annoying vocals to the best pop banjo backing since – er – Sing by Travis. Okay, perhaps I am not selling this to you. Then settle for the nice juxtaposition between Furtado being annoyed at the way her record company has manipulated her image to sell records, and the meaningless, sell records by the bucketloads, chorus where she does indeed “say what she wants”. And what she wants to say in the only easily comprehensible part of the song completely ignores the thrust of the rest of the, admittedly great, pop song.