She's certainly alt.something but it's more alt.spinstercatwoman. Looking For My Own Lone Ranger comes across like the irony-free lost soundtrack to a Movie of the Week turned into an Andrew Lloyd Webber musical by a bored housewife who collects Cherished Teddies and decided to take a creative music course in between making sugar-paste flowers and sewing lace edges onto photographs of her grandchildren. It makes James Blunt sound like the Sex Pistols.

I guess I should have read the small print. When Dore isn't foisting her own drivel on us, she writes tunes for other people - including Tina Turner, Celine Dion and Sheena Easton - and the only gig announced so far on her autumn tour is in Maidstone.

Whatever I did, I'm sorry and I take it back. Just please, please don't make me listen to anything like this ever again.

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