I am not a housewife. I don't claim to be a housewife nor have I ever attempted to pass myself off as one. My hirsute legs are not housewife material and apparently neither are my musical tastes. So say the boys in marketing anyway.

Poor James Morrison has two problems to contend with. Here in Australia he shares his name with a well known Jazz musician which will initially make him a hard sell (much the same as if a credible singer called Paris Hilton ever comes along). Secondly he is unfavourably being compared to you know who, the current king of the Soccer Mum set.

Though he is a singer from England, he has as little to do with Blunty save for the fact his album will eventually sell container loads come Christmas time. Instead, the Rugby lad has a great raspy soul voice that places him more in line with Joss Stone or even Jamie Cullum post-adolescence than you know who.

Infectious single 'You Give Me Something' is great blue eyed soul that succeeds in charming the pants off all and sundry. This reviewer hasn't been able to stop singing it at odd intervals for the past few days. The trend continues for 'Wonderful World' which is tastefully peppered with a brass section.

Yet, as good as his voice is, the songs at times lack a bit of substance. His sincerity is not up for question rather the often overtly MOR production that creeps in. Hello housewives!

Hopefully the signposts for his next album lie in tracks like 'Call The Police' and 'How Come' where he strays from the norm. 'Call The Police' isn't exactly Ice-T but its lyrics are far removed from an adorning love letter: "Call the police, coz I've lost control and I really want to see you bleed." On 'How Come', Morrison recalls the southern-fried blues of The Black Crowes at their laidback best.

By the time album two rolls around, with the right producer on board, we could well be in for a treat. Until then enjoy what is on offer on Undiscovered. With the amount of radio play this guy will receive, you have no choice but to.