A God-awful Small Affair

When I reviewed Jessie J's Who You Are back in 2011 I wasn't quite aware of how much an absolute nuisance she would go on to become as a judge on the UK's version of The Voice , let alone anywhere else. The small vocal tricks and flicks she did on the record were irritating, sure, but seeing them live about once a week was almost the death of me. Whilst a talented singer, indulging in such grating and childish flairs is so unnecessary (aside from the use of making her stand out), and heaping on a quite undeserved sense of accomplishment and wisdom in her comments as a talent show judge only served to exacerbate her status as one of the UK's most annoying popstars. And we're the country that made Cher Lloyd. Then came the Olympics Closing Ceremony. After such a brilliant opening counterpart, and 2 weeks of inspirational achievement, I suppose the Briton in me expected something of a comedown, but Queen's perpetual effort to destroy their own legacy and make ...

Blahblahblah hype blahblah critics choice blahblahblah. On the release of her two hit singles I was still unconvinced of the buzz about her; a few decent vocal performances on Jools Holland and various website promotions were far from exceptional, not to take away from her talents. We're all familiar with current chart-botherer 'Price Tag', a pop song so perfectly crafted to embed itself in your subconscious and days later present itself in the form of your own hums. B.o.B. makes an entirely pointless appearance to cement her very current appeal, being the "featured rapper with minimal input" du jour. 'Nobody's Perfect' is somewhat endearing, showing off her vocals with a few obvious confidence lyrics. In 'Abracadabra' there's pop-synths that the Saturdays would be proud to adorn, with a chorus with the same rhythm as 'Tik Tok' and all sorts of other current monoliths, but without the variety to prevent it from going stale quickly. ...