In the main, Donaghy's lyrics have matured nicely. Instead of the endless "What does it all meeeean?"-type diary-scribblings of her last effort, we've got a fairly convincing catalogue of lost lovers, non-committal lovers, and in the largely acoustic, Dolly Parton-flecked "12 Bar Acid Blues", even a shaggy dog story about fleeing to Mexico only to end up in Moscow and ultimately jail. She's getting there. And it's much better than Mutya's album.
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