Review: Kate Nash – ‘Made of Bricks’
By Walter Price
Kate Nash’s 2007 Made of Bricks is an album full of awkward, self-conscious and at times seemingly literal walks through the songwriters memories and thought processes. What seems like simple verse come across about as honest as Nash wants them to or would allow them to be. Therapeutic perhaps at the time of conception and then there is the possibility that these vignettes are truly the artist’s (often) quirky perception of the world around and inside her. I tend to think the latter.
As Morrissey before her she conveys emotion in direct verse intertwined with intriguing personal ghosts. Being open and hiding just enough for the listener to fill in the blanks with his/her own plagued and cherished history. All these words to say she captivates with her seemingly simple gift of sing-along gab. Hiding vulnerabilities in shades of sarcasm always works for me.
At the end of the day what makes Bricks one of my Top 20 albums of all time are the catchphrase lyrics each song possesses not to mention the eclectic tongue n’ cheek production constructions framing the tracks and Nash’s ability to hit Björk type high notes here and there is a bonus.
Let’s sample some examples::
Who hasn’t that moment in a relationship were everything about your partner makes you ill…
Thursday night,everything’s fine,Except you’ve got that look in your
eyes,when I’m telling a storyAnd you find it boring you’re thinking
of something to say.You’ll go along with and then drop itAnd you humiliate me, in front of our
friends.Then I’ll use that voice what you find
annoyin’And say something like“intelligent input darlin’ why
don’t you just have another beer then?”Then you call me a bitch and everyone
we’re with will be embarrassed,and I won’t give a shit.
Before I had this album in my life I must of chorused these exact thoughts a millions time and since a million more.
Why are you being a dickhead forStop being a dickheadWhy are you being a dickhead forYou’re just fucking up situationsShiny floor, slippery feetLights are dim, my eyes can’t meetThe reflection that turns my imagesUpside down so I can’t seeThink you know everythingYou really don’t know nothingI wish that you were more intelligentSo you could see that what you are
doingIs so shitty, to me
Young, broke, limited train of thoughts and in love with the go nowhere dream…It truly is what our memories are made of.
All the stars up in the skyAnd the leaves in the treesAll the broken bits that make you jump
upAnd grassy bits in betweenAll the matter in the world is how
much I like you.”She said “what?”He said “let me try and explain
again“Right, birds can fly so highAnd they can shit on your headAnd they can almost fly into your eyeAnd make you feel so scared.But when you look at themAnd you see that they’re beautifulThat’s how I feel about you
Being awkward in your fascination with the wrong person can be blinding and heartbreaking. Good to have friends who have your back.
And when I saw youKissing that girlMy heart it shatteredAnd my eyes, they wateredAnd when I tried to speak I stutteredAnd my friends were like whateverYou’ll find someone betterHis eyes were way too close togetherAnd we never even liked him from the
startAnd now he’s with that tartAnd I heard she done some really nasty
stuffDown in the park with MichaelHe said she’s easyAnd if your guy’s with someone that’s
sleazyThen he ain’t worth your time‘Cause you deserve a real nice guy
Do or don’t you, should or shouldn’t they, need or need not…contemplation in a bottle.
You could come round mineWe could drink some wineIn the summertimeIt could be quite niceActuallyI think I might just have the bottleTo myselfDarling, don’t give me shit‘Cause I know that you’re full of itYou’re full of shitYou’re full of shit
Yearning for someone is the hardest lesson in life. Like a dog chasing a car…
I wish you had a favourite beauty spotThat you loved secretly‘Cause it was on a hidden bitThat nobody else could seeBasically, I wish that you loved meI wish that you needed meI wish that you knew when I said two
sugars,Actually I meant threeI wish that without me your heart
would breakI wish that without me you’d be
spending the rest of your nights awakeI wish that without me you couldn’t
eatI wish I was the last thing on your
mind before you went to sleep