After her fun and promising eponymous debut, Eliza returns with an album that strips away everything that was special about her first release. Gone are the cheeky, infectious little pop numbers (bar the album’s first single, ‘Big When I Was Little’), and in their place is the type of bland and uninspiring dross that fills the middle slots of the top 40 week after week after week. One is inclined to think that this stylistic change is an attempt to shake the ‘quirky’ and ‘fun’ image, and reinvent herself as a ‘serious’ and ‘grown-up’ recording artist. Sadly, this move falls so flat on it’s face that, by the time she picks herself up off the floor, she may well find that all but the most hardcore of fans will have fucked off to find someone more willing to embrace the sense of fun that she was so willing to abandon. Sometimes a change of direction can be an important step in a musicians growth, but turning down the dark alley full of the junkie corpses of long forgotten mid table chart fodder is rarely a good move.

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