Katie Melua has a sweet style, but she’s not Norah Jones nor a Joss Stone, and but her warm style has more in common with the former than the latter, but with a sweeter sound instead of Ravi’s daughter’s husky tones. It’s all very sophisticated for a teenager, and as such it’s hard not to feel like you’re being sold for a patsy.

The marketing for Katie Melua has evolvied, with almost singular purpose, in the same way that Norah exploded with her first album – a low-key release was followed by intensive marketing to the ‘just right’ folks, and long touring, and then (presumably while she’s off making her much-anticipated follow-up) this double-DVD effort.

It’s hard not to like her sound – as evidenced by both the live show at Fairfields Hall in Croydon back in March 2004, but more so in the Concert for Nelson Mandela’s 46664 Charity almost a year to the day later, she’s a clever little performer who can engage the crowd. But, perhaps most importantly of all, can she deliver songs like “Mockingbird Song” in the style and grandeur that they deserve?

Er, no. She looks the part, she’s got all the right moves, and when she scats it doesn’t so absolutely appalling, just mildly so. But the thing is the girl has absolutely no range, and when she speaks not sings she sounds like a complete and utter lower class Pom, not some über-cool jazz performer. That’s beside the point, because it’s the lack of range and lack of strength in her voice that will be her downfall.