Danielle Haim has yet to meet a syllable she can't hiccup, stutter, gasp, dramatically whisper or huskily breathe. The primary singer for three-sister act Haim, a sort of joyless female Hanson, essentially sounds like an impersonation of Chrissie Hynde doing an impersonation of Michael Jackson's gibberish scat, only terrible. The group's over-hyped debut is a desperate and calculated radio-baiting contraption, a pile of affectation, lifted riffs, pose and excess polish. The only message uttered, "Photograph us." It's a Christmas dinner of gravy and tinsel.