Katie Melua's starkly minimal songs exist in a quiet spot between mournful European folk music, baldly honest torch songs and the rounded perfection of the stage musical. Each one places her voice front and centre, with just a lightly touched guitar, brushed snare drum and subtly swelling strings by way of musical support. And while she has the projection of a Broadway star and the love-tested lyrics of a truly bruised romantic, the lingering impression left at the end of each song is the whispered intimacy of a singer/songwriter gently spinning lullabies from her diaries.