Here’s another recently acquired A…
Ahhh, this blog’s favourite little poppet drops in with her sophomore effort. And she nails it yet again.
I am starting to wonder whether little Lily has me under some sort of spell. I don’t usually gush about pop releases to this extent, nor do too many albums make me smile as much as the front half of this one. But the proof is there for all to hear.
Allen hasn’t ventured too far from her core strengths. Yet again, she delivers a series of little vignettes about life as a confident, cashed up, socially active 20-something. Her lyrical skills are first-class, as are her timing as a vocalist.
The first three tracks are about as strong as you’ll find anywhere. She displays an awkwardness and candor comparable to Billy Bragg’s very early love-gone-wrong tunes.
The album does slow a little and gets slightly more haphazard beyond the openers. There are a couple of weaker efforts. Also the abandonment of ragga-ish feel of her debut for a cleaner Pet Shop Boys-style standoffishness does make this a slightly less approachable listen. But that’s a really marginal call. Lily still pops like few others.
I wonder whether her album title was inspired by George Costanza (although she may be a bit too young and cool for that):
File under: She’s still got it.