Julianne, a multitalented singer/actor/dancer (the type that often starts out as a singer/actor/dancer/waiter), does a credible job bringing empathy and substance to songs that, with a couple of exceptions, are catchy but formulaic. Obsessed with a retro and tiresome addiction to love ("I'd jump off a cliff, cliff, cliff just to kiss your pretty lips, lips, lips"), or a "girl, take care of yourself" message ("He's a stranger, but he's tall and he's cute; Girl, am I getting this right? Didn't we go over this ground last week?"), all slam their points home with sledgehammer subtlety.
One exception, "That Song in My Head," is a standout because rather than trying to express sweeping emotions with dramatic overkill, it describes one lovely moment in time: seeing a cute guy playing air guitar on the back of a pickup truck and not being able to get the image out of your mind. Who hasn't been there?