I've been a lonely champion of Avril Lavigne ever since I first heard "Complicated" blast through my Buick's speakers, but lately I've soured a bit on the Canadian princess of proper enunciation. While her most recent album, The Best Damn Thing, features three or four righteous power ballads, it's easily the worst of the A-Train's career -- and maybe one of the worst albums of the year, period. Ironically, the A-Train has partnered with MSN to stream a recent live set taped at the Roxy in Hollywood (which includes capable covers of "Knockin' On Heaven's Door" and Sarah McLachlan's "Adia"). It's renewed my faith in the A-Train, whose sophomore effort, Under My Skin, was nothing short of spectacular. On her next trip to the studio, she needs to recapture that magic, and lose the pink-blonde dye job in the process. The A-Train should also take a nod from Faith Hill and hire a songwriter; there's nothing noble about doing your own songwriting if the lyrics are crap.