Pop music doesn't need more Mandy

There was a time when the name and face of pop star Mandy Moore was as omnipresent as the stench of Long John Silver's. Then, it seemed she was doomed to the status of Guest VJ for all eternity. Well, apparently she was listening to her mother's records the whole time. \nUnfortunately, her mother's taste in music is about as hip as your mother's taste in music. It seems someone told Mandy to forgo the 11-to-17-year-olds and aim for the tastes of people who can't operate internet pirating software. \nThis is the only explanation I can offer when faced with Moorified versions of "Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters" and "Moonshadow." Come on, "Moonshadow?" How does a 13-year-old put on makeup to "Moonshadow?" Her mascara would run every 10 seconds. It would also help if her voice weren't exactly as remarkable as a beige 1988 Honda Accord.\nSometimes Mandy gets it right and sticks to material more her style. For instance, not even a car commercial can diffuse the lipstick-revenge brilliance of Blondie's "One Way or Another." Moore turns in a serviceable version. \nBut unless you can rock out at a dentist's office, I don't recommend this album.