This time last year, we were using the Single Reviews to highlight our support for Queen Aisleyne, the true winner of Big Brother 7. With this year’s final less than a week away, we feel we should do the same once again. Except there’s no-one worth drumming up support over. Maybe the twins at a push. Meh. Here, just read this lot instead…
Plain White T's start us off this week with a slice of drippy acoustica in
Hey There Delilah. It’d make the perfect closing track of a great album, but is about as suitable as a lead single pushed in the hope of launching a new act as Jodie Marsh is a spokesperson for the Salesian Sisters. God knows what the rest of the album sounds like if this is the initial hope. It’ll do for now, mind.
Having realised there was no market for an awkward Home Counties boy uncomfortably stuffed into Abercrombie & Fitch styling in order to flog his sunburnt soul, Jamie Scott got himself a pretend band and reinvented himself as
Jamie Scott & The Town. And yet,
When Will I See Your Face Again is the same inexpressive, dull jazz-lite muzak he peddled before. Particularly unpleasant is the scat ad-libbing - if only there was some joke relating to the word ‘scat’…
If anyone in 2007 is going to outsell Rihanna and her fucking
Um-ber-ella, it’s
Sean Kingston. A congenial blend of reggae and doo-wop with a knockout melody,
Beautiful Girls is the kind of thing Eamon would have absolutely killed for after
Fuck It. Y’know, if he had any discernible talent. We’d probably have awarded it Single of the Week if we weren’t certain we’ll be absolutely sick of it within a fortnight.
...Instead, the
Single of the Week honour goes - and not just by default - to
Athlete, who’ve seemingly found their niche after a patchy debut and a safe second album. A decent balance of buoyant force and compelling melodies,
Hurricane is everything it ought to be after the promise of
Half Light,
Tourist and
Twenty-Four Hours.
And lastly, the return of Hard-Fi and the rise of Kate Nash have cemented that we’re not too keen on literal lyrics. It’s certainly where
Natalie Imbruglia’s Best Of lead-in single
Glorious falls down, as there’s not much to fault otherwise. A sunlit, upbeat pop song with unpretentious rock nods, it’s a nice way to bookend a career that’s seen a bit too much in the way of wistful stabs at credibility.
This time last year, we were using the Single Reviews to highlight our support for Queen Aisleyne, the true winner of Big Brother 7. With this year’s final less than a week away, we feel we should do the same once again. Except there’s no-one worth drumming up support over. Maybe the twins at a push. Meh. Here, just read this lot instead…
Plain White T's start us off this week with a slice of drippy acoustica in Hey There Delilah. It’d make the perfect closing track of a great album, but is about as suitable as a lead single pushed in the hope of launching a new act as Jodie Marsh is a spokesperson for the Salesian Sisters. God knows what the rest of the album sounds like if this is the initial hope. It’ll do for now, mind.
Having realised there was no market for an awkward Home Counties boy uncomfortably stuffed into Abercrombie & Fitch styling in order to flog his sunburnt soul, Jamie Scott got himself a pretend band and reinvented himself as Jamie Scott & The Town. And yet, When Will I See Your Face Again is the same inexpressive, dull jazz-lite muzak he peddled before. Particularly unpleasant is the scat ad-libbing - if only there was some joke relating to the word ‘scat’…
If anyone in 2007 is going to outsell Rihanna and her fucking Um-ber-ella, it’s Sean Kingston. A congenial blend of reggae and doo-wop with a knockout melody, Beautiful Girls is the kind of thing Eamon would have absolutely killed for after Fuck It. Y’know, if he had any discernible talent. We’d probably have awarded it Single of the Week if we weren’t certain we’ll be absolutely sick of it within a fortnight.
...Instead, the Single of the Week honour goes - and not just by default - to Athlete, who’ve seemingly found their niche after a patchy debut and a safe second album. A decent balance of buoyant force and compelling melodies, Hurricane is everything it ought to be after the promise of Half Light, Tourist and Twenty-Four Hours.
And lastly, the return of Hard-Fi and the rise of Kate Nash have cemented that we’re not too keen on literal lyrics. It’s certainly where Natalie Imbruglia’s Best Of lead-in single Glorious falls down, as there’s not much to fault otherwise. A sunlit, upbeat pop song with unpretentious rock nods, it’s a nice way to bookend a career that’s seen a bit too much in the way of wistful stabs at credibility.
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