Genre: English pop/rock
Places I remember: record stall in Greenwich Markets - 25 quid.
Fab, and all the other pimply hyperboles: All Dressed Up
Gear costume: In Love, Fridays
Active compensatory factors: Reading Tracey Thorn's Bedsit Disco Queen has been a delightful experience this week. That meant, as is my wont, a search for her recorded stuff.
Shazam - a trip to Greenwich Market saw me walking away with four Everything But The Girl albums and this one - her first tentative steps in what has become, against her better judgment, a music career.
I also managed to grab a signed copy of her third book, Another Planet from Waterstones in Canary Wharf. This will be joining my signed copy of The Language of Life when I get back to Nu Zild.
There are adjectival things about Tracey that strike a chord in people: genuine; self-deprecating; charming; funny; normal. Plus she's a hell of a singer with a unique style.
The Marine Girls album is yet to see her find her voice - instead it's lo-fi indie pop which is really catchy in a Violent Femmes sort of way. Easy to see why Kurt Cobain rated them in his diary!
Needless to say, my wife wasn't won over (can't you put some nice classical music on?).
I like the naive charm on offer here but, okay, I can't see it getting much airtime compared to EBTG albums.
Where do they all belong? Early doors. She was off to Hull University and a dramatic encounter with Ben Watts next.
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