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I don’t blog every time that South London soulstar Jessie Ware bestows a new SoundCloud upon the world, aka the second greatest gift in the universe. (First greatest gift in the universe: Geri Haliwell judging on The X Factor - pray be Kofi Annan or George Michael at Judges Houses). That would be obsessive and creepy and a bit off. So that’s why I blog it every other time. *Oooh sorry my phone’s going… It’s Brixton Police, I’ll put them on hold*
In my defence though, Jessie Ware IS fucking amazing.
Evidence:
1. Jessie Ware has vocal chops. Sistah can sing. You know when you listen to Sybil’s When I’m Good And Ready and you clench your fist and scrunch your nose and channel that divatastic style of from-the-gut belting that says “I’ve just eaten a proper crunchy roast potato and YEAHHH OOOOH NO YOU NEVER GONNA GET IT” (sorry went a bit En Vogue there)… but then you discover that your fella/mrs/dog was in the same room as you the WHOLE time? Well, Jessie Ware doesn’t have that problem because she has a smashing voice. Trust me, I’ve road-tested it live (at two gigs in the same week).
Read moreWell thank you, heavens. Jessie Ware is going to have a new single and it’s called 110%. It has nothing to do with Masterchef, The Apprentice, X Factor or any other show where contestants give that much of themselves. It has everything to do with breezy, summer R&B… think Kelis’ Millionaire but like SAF LANDAN.
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