I know that every year music critics start stroking it over a female musician to generate industry buzz. In 2006 it was Lily Allen and 2007 looks to be the same. Except this year the object of their desire is going to shift units, and ends with a song called “Alfie” that makes you lose faith in this country, a horrific “supply teacher trying to act cool to his third period class” piece of “yeah, weed makes you TIRED, innit blood” that destroys any hope that Allen could have been something:
But maybe I am still prejudiced from reading her interview in Observer Music Monthly when she discussed her “hard” childhood. What form did her distressing youth take? Apparently, sometimes her parents embarrassed her at dinner parties, and every now and then she got told off for handing her homework in late. Jesus wept.
And none of this would be remotely relevant if it wasn't for the fact that her personality shines through so blindingly in her music. Lily prides herself on it, and on how "real" she is. On her MySpace page, in between slagging off minimum wage service staff in restaurants for not sufficiently fawning over her; she’s off on her bike, pausing to “laugh” at an OAP getting mugged outside Tesco.
But anyway, who over age 16 is lily-livered enough to need their music classified as "real?" Lily Allen is a coddled kid who ain't lived it—she witnessed it from her folks pad. Scribbled in her notepad and created her life. That's how the song goes, right?