By Chuck Arnold Ralph Novak Jessica Herndon V.R. PETERSON
August 28, 2006 12:00 PM


Having gained notoriety for a sex tape in 2004, Paris Hilton plays up her tarty image to the hilt on her dance-pop debut, coming on like the lost Pussycat Doll. And while Paris isn’t exactly burning, the disc is not without its guilty pleasures. “Turn It Up,” one of five songs that Hilton cowrote, is a sexy, Britney-esque thumper made to be pumped in the strip club, while the single “Stars Are Blind” has a reggae-pop shimmer that makes for frothy summer fun. But Hilton—who can sing just well enough to let hit producers like Scott Storch (Beyoncé, 50 Cent) work their magic—fails to breathe any life into “Heartbeat,” the album’s only ballad. Meanwhile, “Jealousy,” with lyrics that seem to be directed at former best friend Nicole Richie (“You used to be that shoulder/That shoulder I could lean on through it all/But now it’s getting colder/There’s no love between these walls”), strikes a hollow chord.