space-lady

It’s not just irony that has The Space Lady calling her debut album proper ‘Greatest Hits’, and 14 years after she retired from a life of music and busking on the streets of Boston and San Francisco. These are greatest hits, they’re just not entirely her own. ‘Humdinger’ and ‘Synthesize Me’ seem to be, but then it’s all ‘Fly Like An Eagle’, ‘Born To Be Wild’ and ‘Ballroom Blitz’, performed with drunken weightlessness on a bumbling Casio keyboard, with bossa nova demo loops and perma-flange vocals.

If Nouvelle Vague made songs you know sound button cute, The Space Lady makes them high, a little senile, and, well, pretty button cute. It results in something quite improbable, before you find out that she was born in Roswell and lived in a cave, even – a covers album that definitely has a gimmick, but one that appears to have been born out of necessity (The Space Lady’s limited resources and giddy joy of radio hits) rather than a natty hook, like asking Arctic Monkeys to give One Direction a go.

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