Friday, July 22, 2011

Single Reviews 24/07/11

Welcome to the Single Reviews, in a week where news of a Captain Planet live-action movie is announced, Brian Dowling returns to the Big Brother trainwreck, and Steps declare they’re planning a comeback. Judging by this pattern, we can expect the next couple of days to reveal the relaunch of the Sinclair C5, a whole new series of Ice Warriors commissioned, and that Vanilla are reforming for the Opening Ceremony of the London 2012 Olympics.

Opening this week’s releases, She Makes Me Wanna is a wretched, hands-in-the-air thud-along courtesy of JLS featuring Dev. It’s hard to remember how fresh and exciting Beat Again felt on its release, as JLS have gone on to peddle some of the most trite, predictable ‘in da club’ R&B pigswill imaginable. It also employs that annoying habit of interchanging city, country and continent, whilst Dev’s contribution just sounds like Nicole Richie reading the football results.

Joshua Radin, of all people, scoops a begrudgingly-awarded Single of the Week with the perpetually happy I Missed You, crafted specifically to dampen a stadiumful of American housewives. It’s so chirpy, so bouncy, so cloyingly nice, it’s impossible not to feel some sort of Grinch-like disdain for it. But the rockabilly beats and mesmerising vocal hook prove an incredibly powerful force. God help us all if this makes it to radio.

The first major release for overtouted newcomers Six D comes in the form of the high-velocity pop thumper Best Damn Night. It’s actually quite an effective introduction, blending rap and a candyfloss chorus atop a pulsating backdrop, and there’s a synergy amongst them that certainly comes across. But take away the sizeable online buzz, the try-hard ‘urban’ leanings and the slick choreography, and the question arises: are they really any different to Boom?

And finally, Maverick Sabre shows us exactly what a hybrid of Hackney and Wexford sounds like. Remarkably, it’s not a fiddle-de-dee jig with a brap-laden chorus. Let Me Go houses a brassy, addictive, hip-hop beat beneath some interesting vocals which channel Finley Quaye (with an unfortunate snifter of Amy Winehouse). You’d be hard pushed to walk anywhere in London without tripping over male singer/rappers of this ilk, but there’s just enough of an edge here to outline his individuality. Just.

1 comment:

Flo said...

Spot on about the JLS/Dev number Sloppy. That song leaves me feeling like a teacher let down by an under-performing bright student.

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