Blissed out British group Goldfrapp played to a very happy house last week at Radio City Music Hall. I dunno if she's on Wellbutrin or Paxil or what-not, but something has really changed in singer Alison Goldfrapp's formally frosty demeanor. The girl and her music seem positively giddy these days (now gimme some of whats she's on!). Case in point, Goldfrapp's new single, Happiness.

No longer is she singing horny hymns to cunnilingus and vibrators in front of huge stomping beats and bass. This music was almost synth-free, with two key-tars, a timpani, violin, and a harpist, perfect to flesh out the Laurel Canyon cum Abbey Road vibe of new record Seventh Tree. This earth mama Alison doesn't remotely resemble the sexed out chanteuse of 2005's Supernature, either. Her tightly tailored stewardess-on-Hitler's-private-jet dresses have given way to a Haight Street hippie's neon rainbow-fringed poncho and bare feet.

For me, the highlight of the night was their wild and woozy version of the new album's "Little Bird," which at the end turned into an acid-drenched freakout. Alison did her best Janis Joplin dance in front of a film of colorful oozing globs while the band waxed psychedelic. It was like watching Jefferson Airplane fronted by Kate Bush. Here's a version at a Spanish festival this summer;

The new stuff was met with enthusiastic applause, but it took foot-stomping favorites like "Train" and "Strict Machine" to get the crowd off their asses and into the aisles. The pacing was a bit off, going from gentle ballads to older funky fare then back again, but overall it was a well put together show. And stop complaining that Seventh Tree isn't as good as Supernature or Black Cherry. A girl can change her damned tune now and again—and so should you!

Goldfrapp tours the U.S the rest of September, for dates click here!