Shabby Ranks gets off his behind to place this week’s singles in suitably arbitrary, vaguely hierarchical order.

STAR BAR
Florence + The Machine/Dog Days Are Over
Ah, I love it when they release Dog Days Are Over. It reminds me of the autumn of 2008, early 2009, the first days of spring 2009, summer 2009, that balmy October 2009, the festive days of 2009, January 2010 and now the Great Thaw of 2010. Heady days. It's bloody ace though. Epic yet subtle, driving mad pop rock. If only Flo could do some other good tracks. Just one. Still, I look forward to Dog Days Are Over soundtracking the summer. And next Christmas.

TWIX
Erykah Badu/Window Seat
Badu's New Amerykah Part Two is, on the pretty face of it, no great step forward from 1997's Baduizm. Silky smooth soul with the lightest touch and grooves that worm into your marrow. This time though, it's deeper, more sensual, possibly sweatier and... OK, the same, just a bit older.

MARS BAR
Foals/Spanish Sahara
Which side were you on in the Math Rock wars of 2008? Oh. Well, there was Battles and there was Foals, and they weren't really opposed; in fact, they shared a lofty love of complicated guitars and po-faced impenetrability, but Foals had the tunes. Seriously. Now they're back, and Spanish Sahara bears the familiar carefree, laugh-a-minute spills of earlier Foals larkabouts. In all its earnestness, it's an attractive bit of slow-burning "big" rock that suggests an ambitious second album.

BIT OF FLAKE THAT’S RUINED YOUR WHITE T-SHIRT
Paul Weller/Wake Up The Nation
Weller's old enough to be my dad. Um. Hang on. He's old enough to be my really old brother if I was a late last-ditch mistake on my parents' part. Speaking of my parents, I'm reminded of an alarming moment watching some Culture Show type affair with my mum a decade or so back. Miranda Sawyer was saying she reckoned Weller's popular resurgence was down to everyone "wanting to shag him". My mum said she could understand the point of view. God. Anyway, Wake Up The Nation is pleasingly choppy for a fellow of his years, but really, mod-by-High-Numbers.

HERSHEY BAR
Kate Nash/Do Wah Doo
I've got an inordinate amount of time for the Nasher, a talented, engaging performer, but come on - these lyrics are getting worse. Do Wah Doo (a giveaway title) is teeming with non-sequiturs ("I'll just read a book instead" Instead of what?) and some disgraceful cussing from such a nice young lady. Good thumpy piano and blaring horns on this Pipettesy number are undermined by ideas running out after ONE MINUTE.