Well fuck me, if Jamie Lidell doesn’t have a female doppelganger! By that I mean here is a slice of jazz-tinged soul music, with all the soul painstakingly manufactured out of it. She has a nice powerful voice, very strong at times, but the vocal effects that introduce the tune and the ultimately generic melody sound like an Eternal B-side played over a Warren G backing track. The gospel-lite chorus is cheesy and condescending to the genre, and the wailing towards the end sounds like Christina Aguilera with a throat infection.
This is a song that thinks it has worth and integrity, but at best it’s bland and diluted. It takes more than a strong pair of lungs to make something impressive; this is dull, formulaic pop-soul; with so much of this about, you have to make it sound good, if not outstanding. Tommy Ludgate’s effort falls very short of the mark.
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