Aitken’s rap is in the anti-gangsta tradition: “A lot of rappers sing about the Cristal and the Jacuzzis and the fast cars and the you’re-my-bitch,” she says. “And I’m like, okay, that’s very cool, but they have no concept of champagne and fast cars, coming from that background. I’ve had all the Cristal. I’m more philosophical.”
She sounds adorable. The article is from 2003 so I guess the record did not fare very well. It would not surprise me, however, if somebody with more talent succeeded using a similar concept. I guess Princess Superstar comes close, but she is too earthy.
Belle and Sebastian is a hard nut to crack. When I (am forced to) listen to Belle and Sebastian, and other saccharine indie bands, I always get a feeling that there is an under vegetation of darkest gloom hiding below the treacly surface, a sort of balancing factor to the sunlit surface. You need to find that sombre undertow for the songs to flourish, I think, for the melodies are often surprisingly unspectacular compared to their unabashedly commercial chart-peers’. As I intimated at the beginning of the paragraph, I am not quite there yet, so they remain an annoyance to me.