“I’m your pimp, I’m your pope, I’m your poster baby / Confess your sins to me while you masturbate”. Like many of the all-time great R&B luminaries (D’Angelo, Prince, Marvin Gaye)- Miguel Pimentel is joining the lineage of artists who are at their best when they straddle the line between the holy and the salaciously sinful. If 2012’s Kaleidoscope Dream was a cocktail and an invitation, Wildheart is a nightcap and no sleep.

The X-rated jams like FLESH and Coffee find Miguel at his most comfortably conflicted. There is a godliness to the erotica, symbolised by the nude figures on the artwork which are built out of clouds. It all gets a bit clunky and cliched when he starts to “beg for forgiveness” but this basic narrative thread of sex being his only vice and his only salvation is seriously amusing stuff.

The Hollywood corniness of the record is its greatest strength and its greatest downfall. At times its bizarrely over-stylised with cringe-inducing visions like “Drugs, sex, and polaroids” and a misplaced shred from Lenny Kravitz in the final quarter. Sometimes however, a naked R&B star surrounded by clouds with a naked woman on his lap just feels like good old fashioned entertainment.

Duncan Harrison