The Jessie J album is every bit as predictable as you already know it to be. It’s shallow, without a great amount of charm, and its protagonist never convinces as a solo artist in her own right (after co-writing hits for others). There are slivers of potential, between slabs of the mundane. But, due to her topping the BBC Sound of 2011 list and picking up the Brits Critics’ Choice award, I’ve been a little kinder than perhaps I should have been. Happens. Here’s the party line, I’m toeing it.
(Doesn’t she look like a waxwork in that picture?)
If you’re interested, here is my review.