It’s a shame her debut album doesn’t betray any of that rollercoaster ride of emotion. However staged the TV shenanigans may have been, Boyle has undoubtedly come a long way in the last year, but nothing on I Dreamed A Dream sounds any more mature or developed than when she first burst into our lives. Every song – they’re all covers, not at all a worrying sign in itself – either started out as a big musical number or has been turned into one, and there’s no sign that Boyle has any interest in expanding her range further than sounding like she should be in Les Mis. Her voice is perfectly adequate, but it becomes un-interesting remarkably quickly, and even though opening track Wild Horses – the record’s first single - is a fine rendition of the Rolling Stones classic, it’s been performed better and with far greater conviction elsewhere. And there’s the problem with reality show winners in a nutshell: if they’re so willing to shill themselves for Cowell and his minions, no matter how great they are, why should anything they release afterwards seem believable?