Devout Christian and avid Little House on the Prairie follower Natasha Bedingfield is off to conquer America. Praise the Lord!

Natasha intends to spend a few months in the states whipping up interest in her album and running the fabled talk show circuit. Number one her list is movie-mainstay Jay Leno. Then on and on down the track until someone finally susses her out.

"I evolve every day as an artist" Natasha announced "the things that move me and inspire me change too".

Absolute load of old tommyrot. Natasha Bedingfield (CDs) – like her quite possibly retarded older brother – brings to modern music what Katie Holmes does to raw sex appeal.

Yet Natasha’s whiny, grating like wire-wool voice somehow continues
to make it onto radio playlists. Banging on about your faith and
singing the same song eight times must be what ten-year-olds want these
days, we guess.

"What a rare opportunity it was to be given time to add some new flavour to the album for the U.S."

That’s right. Natasha’s only gone and recorded some new songs for the US album release. Those lucky Americans, getting a whole new load of spittle added to an already perfectly binable album. Unwritten feels exactly that. Plus it’s absolute garbage.

"I still love the first Unwritten, but I’m excited to have had the chance to put a few new touches on it for the U.S."

Successful in the UK, New Zealand and perhaps soon America, yes. Able to not repeat herself in the space of a thirty second interview, no.

America, if you send Natasha back we swear the next person on a plane will be Michelle McManus. Thinking about it, we best make that a reinforced paddle steamer. But she’ll still be going, don’t you worry.

[story by Chris Laverty]