We keep looking at this Peter Andre album sleeve. So much about it is so badly done, and with such intensity. It's like a brand new wonder of the modern world. It's so serious, but it's so funny; so important, and so unimportant. So classy, so lacking in anything approaching class. Try to look away from this sleeve and you just can't. The whole thing, seemingly depicting a miniaturised Peter Andre being rained on in a hat box, is simply mesmerising. We've got it in our bookmarks and keep wandering back to it to check that it's still brilliant. And there it is. A thing of real beauty. And if that's what the sleeve's like, what's the music like?