Katy Perry

I imagine Katy Perry standing in front of her mirror telling herself with pride (no doubt amongst other things) 'You have a strong voice'. But when I hear Katy's voice - as I seem to constantly these days, blowing out of open car windows, on cbbc, in shops, as if it's a nagging reminder of something I ought to know but can't quite remember - it makes me uncomfortable. Her songs seem to be sung as if she is permanently of the verge of tears, sobbing through all the pain and anger. You might want to put your arm around her, but know she'd probably push you away. 'I, know a place...', she sobs (on California Gurls). I don't' want to go to this place: the grass might be greener, but I know there'll be something distinctly ugly about it...