Mourn no more, Lily Allen fans, because the universe has seen fit to bestow upon us another cheeky, chirpy Brit with a fluttery vibrato and a thing for double-edged snark couched in sing-songy pop. Only this one also raps like Nicki Minaj (or at least Karmin) and identifies with Neneh Cherry. And that, friends, is a very winning, very sassy combination, especially when Lloyd keeps things light and salty as popcorn, like on "Grow Up" (those girl-group castanets!) and the Cherry-biting "Playa Boi." The romantic songs get weighed down in sentiment, but mostly, Sticks is cute, clever fun.