That it exists, however, proves that there’s always a market for this sort of stuff, irrespective of how execrable it may be. And execrable it certainly is — a blur of noise and tinny pop with songs like Love Killer where she sings ‘Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah), why do I love you so much when you’re a love killer, why do I give you my love when you’re a love killer…’ This is manufactured music for the masses. Avoid.