THERE'S a disturbing trend of film stars finding their way into music culture.

First there was J-Lo, now J-Love has her own chart challenge. The result, like J-Lo's timid efforts, is predictable. Teen-flick film hottie she may be, but J-Love has a lot to learn about crooning. Love-Hewitt's songs are at best crudely constructed and tedious. They are the product of a manufactured sound that is destroying music. Few will take any real pleasure from BareNaked, Avenue Of The Stars and her unbelievably trite Me And Bobby McGee. Then, when you think it's finally all over, a bonus track piles on more misery. J-Lo is making a career out of pop; let's hope someone 'pops' J-Love's musical fantasy quickly.

Updated: 08:38 Thursday, March 13, 2003