In the four years since she last released an album, Geri Halliwell has lived a contradictory existence, as the self-help books and self-pitying TV documentaries testify. Most recently we heard her bemoaning her lack of a sex life, and accordingly, her third album is an unseductive affair. With the endearing desperation of a puppy trying to swim the Channel, she tries to find a style that suits her garish talents, but - perhaps worn out by her perpetual chase after publicity - Halliwell sounds as tired as her music. There are repeated attempts to squeeze into Kylie's corset, but the beats, synths and electronically tweaked vocals of Desire and Love Never Loved Me are lifeless, generic disco.

Though the jazzy title track is a more comfortable fit and shows her gentler side, Halliwell does little more than pleasantly coo. Her voice - most often surrounded by a swarm of Spice Girls-aping backing singers - is, however, stronger and both Let Me Love You More and Loving Me Back to Life are good pop songs for grown-ups. But they are drowned in all the mundane self-empowerment and camp trifling.