"I was born with glitter on my face/My baby clothes made of leather and lace," crows Adam Lambert. The American Idol runner-up is on a mission to revive the camp theatricality of glam, one lip-liner stroke and upper-register operatic shriek at a time. His debut corrals A-list pop songwriters and producers to supply power-chord pomp ("Music Again," written by fellow Queen worshipper Justin Hawkins of the Darkness), wind-swept Orientalist arias ("Soaked") and other showcases for Lambert's amazing vocal instrument. The songs sound great but feel strangely stuffy — Entertainment seems like a disc that was overthought. Next time, the hugely talented Lambert should make sure he's going straight for the gut.