The battle for the catchiest song of the year so far is between Rihanna’s’ Rude Boy’ and this. Clothed as thrashed-up emo-pop, this tune is as muscular as a weightlifter underneath. From the first strike of the guitar chord intro, the drive to the soaring chorus gathers pace as it hurtles tunefully towards its denoument. A northern lass born to Indian parents and currently located somewhere in south London, Maj has been building a steady following both inside and outside of shady, black-clad, baggy-eyed industry circles. The easily-missed lyrics can make you cry and are shoe-horned, Manic Street Preachers-like into the melody: “Can’t hide my feelings/When you’re talking to her/I die inside…”. Forget the vampire imagery, but beware - like the friendly girl/boy next-door you will slowly and imperceptibly fall in love with this priceless gem of a record. For more info goto anitamaj.com
Reviewed by Gareth Thomas |
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