JUST as you thought you had literally heard enough of this young Welsh dragon, here comes her rather pointless debut pop album.

Firstly the voice: As a child she had a gift - a pitch perfect instrument suited to the classical realm. That talent she has squandered in favour of a rather run-of-the-mill approach, lending her voice a quality that any number of teenage pop chicks could compete with. Shame.

But the first three tracks here - Call My Name, Crazy Chick and Moodswings - do at least have some verve to them: sassy tunes with a bit of edge.

Unfortunately her production team then let the side down by choking the rest of the album with forgettable ballady mush of no value whatsoever.

And there aren't many kicks to be had lyrically either. Nobody can honestly admit to being interested in somebody who clearly believes the universe revolves around her. Actually, if you want to get to know the 'deeper' workings of young Charlotte's mind you could no worse than turning to the tabloids every so often.

This pop outing marks a victory of ego over talent, and a loss to the less unabashed world of classical music.

JS