Lisa Mitchell – Clean White Love
Radio-hugging gem from Melbourne-based folk pop singer’s debut, helped a lot by a song writing partner Crispin Hunt (Longpig)
On: Wonder, Sony LP
Lisa Mitchell – Clean White Love
Radio-hugging gem from Melbourne-based folk pop singer’s debut, helped a lot by a song writing partner Crispin Hunt (Longpig)
On: Wonder, Sony LP
The album got its name from the song Between Two Lungs, which is where Florence Welch found her voice and her sound. Before that she didn’t have a faith in herself as a musician.
It won year’s Critic’s Choice Brit Award and Florence became one of the most eminent singers of this decade in a blink of an eye.
Welch is dramatically posing on the fornt of the album with the fake lungs hanging on her neck, which doesn’t look too rockn’ roll, rather a bit ridiculous. Inside is not perfect either, but some of the tracks are quite interesting, creative and with enough imagination. Although not a chef d’oeuvre, the album is a must have for any music lover - at least to check out where British Music is heading to.
While writing the songs, Welch has been strongly influenced by Kate Bush, which can be told from the record. There are hints of PJ Harvey, Siouxsie Sioux and Bjork in the album as well.
It’s obvious that everything’s about love in there. When Welch was writing the album, she was heartbroken and that’s what helped her a lot. She said: “Being heartbroken is so incredible. Nothing matters, nothing means anything. You see world with complete clarity: that pain, that longing, that yearning.”
The best title there is Dog Days Are Over. In some three minutes Welch managed to fit everything into it – from ukuleles to intense silent pauses. The song evokes so much emotions that becomes a bit scary as well: “the horses are coming, so you better run, run fast for your mother, fast for your father, run for you children, your sisters and brothers”. Lyrics are captivating and the song is just midblowing, brilliant.
But nothing else is this good on the album. There are more or less interesting songs like Bjorkish Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) and I’m Not Calling You A Liar, where Florence shows off her titanic vocals, taking the highest notes possible.
Overall, this is a brave and bold record from a very talented musicia who’s like a bridge in the music wonderland, taking us to the next level.
Marina and The Diamonds is just one preson, rather than a musical collective from the 50s. Half Welsh, half Greek singer is not your typical pop performer. Her distorted, lyrically surreal pop is a lot like Bat For Lashes meeting The Dresden Dolls and having a baby. Working mainly with the fromer Sneaker Pimp Liam Howe who has worked with the bands like Radiohead, her debut album is due in February, titled The Family Jewels.
Admitting that she’s a bit scared of failure because she’s very sensitive when people critisize her, she’s still determined to go on and fight for fame. She says: “I really want to be pop, because I want to be relevant and I want lots of people to listen to my songs.”
We’re not scared for her. Her single Mowgli’s Road is already out and loved. Shrieking like Kate Bush, but not losing the elegance of Regina Spector, this girl puts Little Boots and the likes to shame. Catchy tune with toe tapping percussion with amazing vocals and pure pop chorus will make you adore it.
The act was led by three Nouvelle Vague vocalists. Nadeah Miranda (LoveGods) was mesmerizing on stage, leaving the audience breathless with her thrilling voice and mind-blowing moves. Angel-sounding Melanie Pain and bohemian Parisian Sophie Delila were not a bit worse.
The new album songs sounded as powerful as the old ones on stage. A Bossa Nova style God Save The Queen (Sex Pistols) emitted no less irony than the original version, while The Road to Nowhere (The Talking Heads) made the whole audience chant along with the band.
After the finale, the group reappeared to perform on stage three more times. Public could not refrain from asking for more, which is quite explicable – as a matter or fact, Nouvelle Vague is not Hole or PJ Harvey and it would be impossible to help yourself from appreciating this kind of performance from a band of this level.
read more about Nouvelle Vague in Cherry Lips magazine
Punk’s most ramshackle and beguiling (almost all) girl group. Reggae pacingm faux-cute vocals and a singing chorus. Daft and delightful.