You may have heard Gossling's voice drifting in the background of various US TV dramas; she makes electropop that gestures prettily at indeterminate emotions. Her debut is easy on the ear but fails to leave a strong impression; her mildly idiosyncratic vocals are neither engaging nor irritating but summon the faint otherworldliness of fairy lights strung across a suburban garden. There are attempts at something more substantial but Vanish, a well-intentioned song for a murder victim, feels gauche. And Songs of Summer, a duet of doomed romance with fellow Australian Alex Burnett, makes them sound considerably less doomed than other ill-starred musical couples.