People's Joseph Lee Mead will sound great projecting to the stalls when he begins his West End run next month, but his vocals are a little too mannered and theatrical on record. You can just picture Andrew Lloyd-Webber eyeballing him in the studio, urging him to "Act out the song, act out the song." The whiff of the sixth form talent show - sweat, cheap make-up and a battered old smoke machine on its last legs - is unmistakable here. Not that the eight million or so souls who watched Mead win Any Dream Will Do are likely to care.








