Like a bad recurring nightmare, here she comes again, screeching and howling her way through this set of self-obsessed, navel-gazing songs that attack the ears like a blast of pins. Owch! Forced to do some 'remote officing' at a internet hotspot at the local Starbucks this week, I am beaten into a pulp by this grating CD which is on a non-stop loop. The perfect spot for it actually, a crass, corporate slice of muzak - shows that she has no artistic integrity left - but must hop up and down on the same spot she wore out years ago. Tragic.