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Kate Nash - Made Of Bricks
| Musicomh | | Every cloud, so they say, has a silver lining. About 18 months ago, Kate Nash was a teenager from Harrow, moping round her house after being rejected by Bristol Old Vic Theatre School. She fell down a flight of stairs, broke her foot and was confined to bed for a number of weeks....full text |
| | Digitalspy | | Has a popstar ever been this desperate to tell us she’s, y’know, just a normal gal? Kate Nash, the 20-year-old Londoner who’s staked out the top three for the last month with her second single ‘Foundations’, can’t stop extolling the earthy virtues of the capital’s singer-songwriter scene. “With us you can see it could be you as well,” she opined recently. “It’s beans on toast.” It’s tempting to write Nash an email - CCing in Jamie T, Jack Penate and the rest - to play devil’s advocate: “But, darlin’, you’re a popstar! Life should be champagne and caviar and filo pastry canapés teased into the shape of a swan, not blahdy beans on toast, innit?” Then again, if you’d gone from strumming a guitar in a hospital bed – after you’d dealt with a drama school rejection letter by throwing yourself down a flight of stairs – to number two in the charts, all in the space of a year-and-a-half, you’d probably want to stay down-to-earth. Sadly for Nash, Made of Bricks points to a future that's anything but ordinary....full text |
| | BBC | | It would be very easy to dislike Kate Nash's Made Of Bricks. The debut album of a wannabe stage school girl who only turned to music to keep herself amused while recovering from a broken foot has disaster written all over it. Throw in her begging-to-be-mocked scenester anthem and first single "Caroline's A Victim" plus the 'Lily Allen's MySpace friend' tag, and the house that Kate built would appear to rest on very shaky foundations indeed....full text |
| | Timesonline | | You would think that Richey Edwards from the Manic Street Preachers carving “4 real” into his arm, in 1991, might have ended the British fascination with credibility. Yet the issue has grown, especially now that our leading musicians have stopped trying to sound American and started flaunting their regional accents. Just look at the Mercury prize nominations: Arctic Monkeys with gruff stories about Sheffield, Klaxons barking on about Dalston, and the East London council estate slang of Dizzee Rascal....full text |
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