Kate Nash-My Best Friend Is You-2010-SiRE

Artist: Kate Nash

Title: My Best Friend Is You

Label: Polydor

Genre: Indie

Bitrate: 181kbit av.

Time: 00:49:22

Size: 64.94 mb

Rip Date: 2010-04-15

Str Date: 2010-04-19



01. Paris 3:06

02. Kiss That Grrrl 3:43

03. Don't You Want To Share The Guilt 5:06

04. I Just Love You More 3:05

05. Do-Wah-Doo 2:34

06. Take Me To A Higher Plane 3:21

07. I've Got A Secret 2:39

08. Mansion Song 3:23

09. Early Christmas Present 3:10

10. Later On 3:36

11. Pickpocket 3:21

12. You Were So Far Away 3:28

13. I Hate Seagulls 8:50



Release Notes:



With Lily Allen apparently retiring from the fray, the way should be

clear for fellow glottal-stopper Kate Nash to become the pre-eminent

chronicler of pop veritΘ. Nash's debut, Made of Bricks, reached No 1 in

2007 and won her a best female Brit. Its successor features production

by Bernard Butler, the former Suede guitarist whose deft retro touch

ushered Duffy to superstardom, and 60s girl groups have been invoked, a

strategy that worked for Amy Winehouse.



So far, so sewn up û or so it seemed, until Nash released online a

pre-album amuse-bouche called "I Just Love You More". Over a backing of

wiry guitars, Harrow's favourite girl next door repeated her song's

title a lot, punctuated by a series of whoops and shrieks. Nash's time

since Made of Bricks has been spent studying the American indie canon

as well as the Shirelles, and My Best Friend Is You betrays an

enthusiasm for the work of synth-feminists Le Tigre (who, deliciously,

have a hand in the forthcoming Christina Aguilera album) and their riot

grrrl punk forebears. The album hinges around a stream-of-consciousness

polemic, "The Mansion", which finds Nash railing bluntly against sexual

degradation in musical circles.



For sure, groupiedom is a ghastly old business and unflinching candour

has always been Nash and Lily Allen's strongest card. But here, Nash

becomes irretrievably prosaic. "I Hate Seagulls" is, literally, a list

of things she does not like. "I hate picking off the scab a little bit

too early," she sings and you detect no internal affective disorder,

just a pedestrian grazed knee.



When Nash swings to the girl-group end of the female pop spectrum, the

outlook improves. "Do Wah Do" marshals handclaps and piano hammer blows

with great vim, as Nash gives a rival the once-over. When she mines

this particular unsisterly seam on "Kiss That Grrl" and "Early

Christmas Present", she connects electrically with the vicious

measuring-up that so often passes between young women.



With just DIY multitracked vocals and guitar, the folky "You Were So

Far Away" makes an even stronger case for Nash being a better observer

than she is a feminist avenger. But none of this entirely redeems the

album. My Best Friendà is full of sweet love for Nash's main squeeze,

Ryan Jarman from the Cribs, and, spasmodically, for the

indier-than-thou culture from which he hails. If only Nash had realised

her good intentions with a little more guile.