Showing posts with label Lily Allen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lily Allen. Show all posts

Lily Allen: It's Not Me, It's You

The thing I liked about Miss Allen’s debut album was the cheeky mockney accent and the witty snapshots of Chav culture. When I saw her on “Later” at the end of last year she seemed to have adopted a more sophisticated style and I feared the second album would loose the poignant witty working class charm of its predecessor. Thankfully all of the personality and charisma has largely been carried forward into a pretty good follow up. Despite the fact that most of the songs settle down into a familiar style, once you get passed the first chorus, each song kicks off with a musical parody. For example “Everyone’s At It” starts off with a Kaiser Chiefs intro, “Not Fair” has a Ghost Riders in the Sky, Cowboy intro, “Never Gonna Happen”, starts of like Super Mario Sunshine, “Fuck You” has a Carpenters piano intro and “He Wasn’t There” has a scratchy 1940’s intro.

Three of the songs that have squeezed my goolies so far are: “Everyone’s At It", “Not Fair”, and “ Fuck You”, a brief description of each follows:

“Everyone’s At It” is a social comment on a drug-riddled culture where Lily asks, “When will we tire of putting shit up our noses?” She also does a splendid job of avoiding pronouncing any of the T’s in the song title despite singing it multiple times.

“Not Fair” is the tale of what seems to be a perfect, attentive boyfriend who sadly turns out to be not pulling his weight in the bedroom department. His inability to make Lily scream in bed is considered a heinous crime as Lily moans: “I get in the wet patch in the middle of the bed, I’m feeling pretty hard done by, I spent ages giving head”.

“Fuck You” is a sugar coated ditty where Lily vents her spleen at a bigoted, homophobic racist, but in the nicest possible way. In fact I was straining not to sing along to the chorus of “Fuck You, Fuck You, Fuck you very very much” on the Jubilee Line this evening.

Lily Allen: Alright, Still

If the Artic Monkey’s paint a vivid picture of the Northern working class youth culture of the mid noughties then Lily wittingly holds a mirror to the same culture from a more Southern and feminine perspective. This is not an album that I expected to like at all and anyone who knows me may be surprised to see it this years list, but I like to try and have an open mind whenever possible (although I remain firmly closed to Saturday night talent show contestants and Bon Jovi). Lily’s lyrics are risqué, witty and surprisingly intelligent and the music is catchy and well crafted and I’m glad I put aside my prejudices as the album has a worthy place in this year’s list.