I’ve always had something of a soft spot for Katie Melua. Catchy-yet-soulful songs, tasteful jazzy production, and that breathy, inimitable voice.
But her last record, The House, ditches that sexy blues-bar vibe for William Orbit’s electronica. No doubt hoping to “do a Ray of Light” (as he did with Madonna) with Melua, the results are a little flat, perhaps her least successful record to date.
Interviewing Melua for the day job last month, I found it hard to draw her on the inspiration behind her songs. When my editor asked how the interview went, I described Melua’s chat as “safe, bland, and inoffensive,” to which he said “just like her music, then.”
I’m starting to agree.
Read my feature on Melua for the Croydon Advertiser here.