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“We don’t want to be about one thing, we want to be about everything,” says a member of Dublin’s hottest female dance-pop quartet in the record company’s bio. Well, if being about everything means singing upbeat, ultra-slick tunes about being oneself (“If It Don’t Fit”), being true (“I Shall Be There”) and being in love (pretty much the rest of the album), then B*Witched indeed is.

Following up the group’s platinum-selling, self-titled debut, this tooth-achingly sweet package of soul-flavored teen angst-repellent (in stores Tuesday) offers more “C’est La Vie”-esque anthems, ballads and dance tunes. Although the 13 tracks (10 co-written by the women) similarly employ such “native” flourishes as fiddles, tin whistles and Celt-pop harmonies to make the foursome seem unique, the group frequently evokes other divas, from Madonna and Mariah to Alanis and Lauryn.

Amid all the relentless enthusiasm is the puzzling “Red Indian Girl,” an ode to unrequited love tagged with a U.K. colloquialism for Native American. Sure, the U.S. has its Redskins and Braves, but “Red Indian Girl”?!? Still, this serves to diminish B*Witched’s humanity less than the metronomic beats, mechanical melodies and prettily emotionless vocalizing, which sounds as if the singers concentrated on pegging the notes more than the feelings.

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