Send "Little Boots " Ringtones to your Cell 
| Musicomh |
 For those of you who perhaps spent the first month of this year in some kind of sound-proof chamber without access to the internet, radio or television and with no magazines to placate the boredom, a brief history of Little Boots is required. So here it is. 25-year-old Blackpool native, Victoria Hesketh, leaves electro outfit Dead Disco, writes song with Kylie Minogue in mind (Stuck On Repeat, co-produced with Joe Goddard from Hot Chip), wins BBC Sound of 2009 poll, is runner-up to Florence And The Machine for Critics Choice award at the BRITs (whatever that is), goes off to record album in LA with Greg Kurstin (yes, him again), small backlash ensues. The latter element tells us all we need to know about the culture of fast returns that has been created by the frenzy of lists and critics' predictions that heralds each passing year. For Little Boots, the crux of the matter seems to come down to whether she's pop in a Girls Aloud / Sugababes / Kylie sense, or 'cool' and 'credible' in the same way Roisin Murphy or Peaches are. That the latter usually comes with minimal album sales and given the pressure winning the BBC Poll creates, it's hardly surprising that Hands is a well-crafted, glorious pop record....full text |
| Nme |
| Let’s just get this out of the way: POP! Once, at the height of alt.rock, it was the most critically reviled of genres, now in an era where the alternative is mainstream, it’s the most lusted-after and over-intellectualised....full text |
| Yahoo |
| While launching your pop career with a lousy song is rarely a great idea unless you're a Simon Cowell puppet (as Little Boots once hoped to be), there are subtler dangers in starting with one which is just too good. Pop stars as different as Kim Wilde, t.a.t.u and Mika all spend their days in the shadow of a breakthrough so brilliant they can't match it. And while Little Boots' "Stuck On Repeat" wasn't a commercial juggernaut like "All The Things She Said", it was still so ambitious, assured and melodically radiant that most who heard it on its white label release last year instantly anointed her "Saviour of Pop" and "Scourge of Landfill Indie". Over a year later and things may not look quite so bright for Victoria Hesketh (aka Little Boots), despite the adulatory press. It's not that rivals La Roux and Lady GaGa have commercially overtaken her, nor, as early hipster fans have sniped, that she has sold out by working with the most fashionable producers money can buy ("Stuck On Repeat" and the similarly early, thrillingly bubblegum "Meddle" were ample proof of her pop intentions). It's just that "Hands", for all its glossy, busy ambition, doesn't quite live up to the DIY energy and sheer pop pizazz of those earliest songs....full text |
Little Boots lyrics
|
| ||||||||||
