Tag: Rebecca Ferguson

Rebecca Ferguson – Glitter & Gold

A voice right out of Motown.

Tim: SPARKLY!

Tom: No, it’s not a more sparkly cover of Sam Sparro.

Tim: Oh.

Tom: A voice right out of Motown. How many other stars would dare to end a track a capella?

Tim: Off the top of my head, quite a few. But it’s a voice that deserves the attention that provides, I’ll grant you that.

Tom: And wonderfully, this isn’t about sex, or relationships, or the love of money. The key phrase is “take care of your soul”, and the video’s a classy piece about rejecting superficiality. I want this to take the charts by storm. I want this to get to number 1 and, specifically, to beat some look-at-me rap star with an autotuned voice and a fancy Mercedes. It’s lovely.

Tim: Well, news for you: Radio 1 will playlist it, Capital will like it and play it a bit, and it’ll get top 10. Number one? Unlikely, but not impossible. You may get your wish.

Rebecca Ferguson – Nothing’s Real But Love

A decent Radio 2 middle-of-the-road track.

Tim: Ready for this? X Factor 2010 graduate number 4, she is, and although she finished second, to be honest I’d pretty much forgotten about her.

Tom: Bit of a strange time to release a single, given that the new series is on. But let’s see what she’s got…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LysJJVWX5j8

Tom: That’s a decent Radio 2 middle-of-the-road track, is that. Can’t see it lighting up the world in a year or so’s time, but it might just get playlisted.

Tim: Now, this annoys me. Because, man, as a contestant she was dull. I mean, bor-ing, and one I really didn’t didn’t like all that much because of it. Sure, she kept getting through, because she was a good singer – bloody brilliant singer, actually – but she was a Mariah Carey stand-there-and-look-soulful type singer, which was great for a ‘hey Grandma, I bought you a CD’, but not much for a Saturday night entertainment.

Tom: It’s not a singing contest, though; it’s a popularity contest, and stage presence counts for a lot of that.

Tim: BUT THEN, ten months passes, and now she does this, which, let’s be honest, is great. Isn’t it? And I hate that.

Tom: Calm down, Tim.

Tim: Hate it.