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If Marina Diamandis had been first out of the gate, she might have made more of an impact.

Unfortunately, she is limping along behind art-pop lovelies and fellow Kate Bush-ophiles Florence And The Machine and Bat For Lashes.

Her debut album is a mixed bag of catchy choruses and nonsense lyrics. Appearing to have opted for the song writing method that involves throwing a whole bunch of words at the wall and arranging those that stick into vaguely comprehensible sentences, she offers up a total of 13 tracks.

Take Seventeen for example: "Used to be a major scale, But the melody went stale, Musical cacophony let, Insy-winsy-spider free." Maybe it is all a bit high-brow, after all, great poetry can require some lengthy analysis.

Marina also has a go at puns too, with titles such as The Shampain Sleeper and Hermit The Frog. Such razor sharp witticisms are accompanied by more vacuous sentiments: "Drinking champagne, a bottle to myself, savour the taste of fabricated wealth."

There is no denying she has a beautiful voice but whooping like a monkey and warbling as if she has a mouth full of cotton wool is a bit too stage school.

Marina is pretty, kooky and undoubtedly outspoken so chances are she will go far and her music will grace many adverts for fast cars.