There are plenty of things I don't like that other people think are wonderful and it doesn't bother me at all. Kate Tempest isn't one of those things. It actually annoys me that people think she's good.
She makes these records and there's something about them that winds me up. It's not like there aren't good lines. But the whole performance is so stage-authentic it makes my teeth hurt.
The music's ok, but it doesn't have to be particularly good music because it's just there for moody backdrop. The words are ok, but they don't have to be particularly interesting because they're mainly a vehicle for a sort of smudgy cloud of emotional attitudes. 2 in the morning on the rainy streets and you feel exhausted but alive, you know you've got to keep on fighting, life is both dreary and romantic and hope is a tiny flame you clasp between your mittens. There's no camp in it whatsoever.
It doesn't take you anywhere, it just daubs slogans over where you already are. The literary equivalent of Banksy.
She makes these records and there's something about them that winds me up. It's not like there aren't good lines. But the whole performance is so stage-authentic it makes my teeth hurt.
The music's ok, but it doesn't have to be particularly good music because it's just there for moody backdrop. The words are ok, but they don't have to be particularly interesting because they're mainly a vehicle for a sort of smudgy cloud of emotional attitudes. 2 in the morning on the rainy streets and you feel exhausted but alive, you know you've got to keep on fighting, life is both dreary and romantic and hope is a tiny flame you clasp between your mittens. There's no camp in it whatsoever.
It doesn't take you anywhere, it just daubs slogans over where you already are. The literary equivalent of Banksy.