The lyric sheet fills the bath tub with lines about having ‘a pistol for a mouth’ and hoping that ‘radio won’t mind if she sings a little flat’. If it sounds like I’m pigeonholing, rest assured she beats me to the punch in album opener ‘Black Sheep’. As far as I can tell, she’s the next in a long line of feisty singers trying to secure a space in the crowded retro market. If you don’t know who New Zealander Gin Wigmore is, you’ll probably snap your fingers in recognition when I mention that James Bond / Heineken ad. Review Summary: It’s pretty much a kitchen sink piece of pastiche.