The Wanted are One Direction's sleazy older brothers. You know the ones – drunk on Breezers, making uncomfortably creepy comments to barely legal girls. On their third album there's everything from pathetic Coldplay-goes-to-Ibiza faux anthemia on We Own The Night to Walks Like Rihanna's sexual objectification of women. Does Rihanna have a profoundly famous walk? How exactly does one transform the perfunctory task of walking into one imitating Rihanna? I Found You is a rare gem of falsetto perfection, but floats in a sea of cheap beats, reeking of the desperate stench of second-tier pop.
