Monday 29 November 2010

Single #17: Alesha Dixon - Radio

Technically, you’d have to say Alesha Dixon runs a portfolio career.  Once a member of girl band Mis Teeq, she’s best known these days for being a judge on Strictly Come Dancing. She’s also been trying her hand at TV presenting, column dictating and has been attempting since Mis Teeq’s demise to forge a name as a solo artist. So far with little success.

The benchmark for Dixon should be Cheryl Cole. They’re both more famous for judging other people than their own output and despite being background members of girl bands, have to become the only members of their outfits to have solo careers.

Dixon however is nowhere near as shrewd choser of a pop song as the Colemeister. All her tracks so far have been about as exciting as a paving slab. Sludgy ballads with emotional lobotomies. Even  “The Boy Does Nothing”, her rattlely upbeat number that had a video covered in ballroom dancers (see dancers, making the connection, people can be so forgetful you see) was an oddly empty track. Her biggest hit “Breathe Slow” went from being pedestrian to passable when it was remixed by Cahill, but she’s yet to have a proper big hit. And she won’t get one either, if she keeps picking tracks like new single “Radio.”

This as cold and neutered as pop songs get. It’s supposed to be love lorn, it’s supposed to be a tribute to emotional turmoil. It’s neither of those things, the lyrics are clumsy and it is incredibly one paced. Written by Chipmunk collaborator Emeli Sande, it lacks any tangible heart or soul, with Dixon pleading with listeners to turn off the radio. She only needs to say it one or twice before most will oblige.

Even when compared with Dixon’s early career in Mis Teeq, this feels like a let down. Mis Teeq only had one or two decent tracks, but they were feisty and likeable with Dixon providing a streetwise, bolshy vocal to supplement her bandmates. Now she just sounds wounded all the time, lacking any musical personality or authority, drifting from ballad to ballad, photocopying a vocal performance, forever destined to under whelm.

Dixon’s constant presence in the public eye will buy her more time with her record label, but this just isn’t good enough.




    

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