Eyes rimmed with smoky charcoal liner, lips glossed to a porcelain sneer, Olivia--the first artist to be signed to Clive Davis' J Records--fronts like she's hip-hop-hard and soul-singer-soft on the cover photo of her self-titled debut. Luckily for her, the music biz is all about image these days, since there's not much to back up her posturing on this collection of ho-hum titillaters. The 20-year-old singer/rapper from Queens does her best to exude diva-like traits--sex kitten appeal, bling-bling bravado, and a whole lot of attitude. And these elements come together nicely over the infectiously low-down groove of "Bizounce", the album's slang-slinging first single (yet another addition to the growing canon of no-scrubs anthems). But Olivia's voice--a delicate, girlish mezzo soprano à la Mya or Aaliyah--is ill-suited to the tough-as-nails swagger she tries to convey with lyrics like "Nigga, you ain't knowing you was f***ing with a star" ("Silly Bitch in Love") or "I'm in love with America's most dangerous thug" ("Til He Comes Home"). For all of her bluster though, Olivia's more than a pretty face-she's got a knack for delivering R&B melodies with hip-hop flair. And occasionally, her vocals shine (like on the lilting ballad "It's on Again")--hopefully indicating that she will transcend her current role as a pre-packaged pop star. --Sylvia W Chan