WHY I LOVE KATE NASH.

Cor blimey, it’s been a while since I’ve written anything. I best restore some kind of balance to Random Access. Call me lazy, but…well…Big Brother’s zapping every ounce of inspiration in my body. That and my Ipod’s broken. HOWEVER, there is one record that’s spinning on repeat, over and over, without ever becoming tiresome. Love her or hate her, that Kate Nash has gone and made a ruddy good album and brightened up my week. I’m not one to lie, the stubborn ‘Lily Allen-copyist’ thought has crossed my mind in the past; but as recent single Foundations and now album Made of Bricks has proved to me, Nash is the real deal. Combine cute piano tunefulness, with a sparkle of electro/R&B drum riffage, with a voice that could melt the stoniest of hearts and you’ve got Made of Bricks. An album as honest and endearing as any album I’ve heard in the past 10 years, it's possibly the brightest, most accomplished debut album I’ve heard post Monkeys. And as Mouthwash, We Get On, and Birds prove, there’s plenty of chart life left post-Foundations. Love her or hate her, this lady will be the inescapable face of British pop for the next few years.
But the best thing about 2007's greatest success story? Now our musical landscape finally boasts a handful of genuine heart-on-sleeve Popstars, we can finally embrace British pop music for what it is without worrying about Simon Cowell's latest shit stain. From the spiky/heartfelt pop of Jack Penate, to the rugged genre trip that is Jamie T, these unlikely pop superstars are real people, with real ideas, and real stories who have done it the really fucking hard way.

Lazy? Tell me you’ve never read anything of the sort anywhere else over the past week...

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