18. September 2014 By Walter Price 0

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
when I’m telling a story
And you find it boring you’re thinking
of something to say.
You’ll go along with and then drop it
And you humiliate me, in front of our
Then I’ll use that voice what you find
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 for
Stop being a dickhead
Why are you being a dickhead for
You’re just fucking up situations
Shiny floor, slippery feet
Lights are dim, my eyes can’t meet
The reflection that turns my images
Upside down so I can’t see
Think you know everything
You really don’t know nothing
I wish that you were more intelligent
So you could see that what you are
Is 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 sky
And the leaves in the trees
All the broken bits that make you jump
And grassy bits in between
All the matter in the world is how
much I like you.”
She said “what?”
He said “let me try and explain
“Right, birds can fly so high
And they can shit on your head
And they can almost fly into your eye
And make you feel so scared.
But when you look at them
And you see that they’re beautiful
That’s how I feel about you


‘We Get On’

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 you
Kissing that girl
My heart it shattered
And my eyes, they watered
And when I tried to speak I stuttered
And my friends were like whatever
You’ll find someone better
His eyes were way too close together
And we never even liked him from the
And now he’s with that tart
And I heard she done some really nasty
Down in the park with Michael
He said she’s easy
And if your guy’s with someone that’s
Then he ain’t worth your time
‘Cause you deserve a real nice guy


‘The Shit Song’

Do or don’t you, should or shouldn’t they, need or need not…contemplation in a bottle.

You could come round mine
We could drink some wine
In the summertime
It could be quite nice
I think I might just have the bottle
To myself
Darling, don’t give me shit
‘Cause I know that you’re full of it
You’re full of shit
You’re full of shit

‘Nicest Thing’

Yearning for someone is the hardest lesson in life. Like a dog chasing a car…

I wish you had a favourite beauty spot
That you loved secretly
‘Cause it was on a hidden bit
That nobody else could see
Basically, I wish that you loved me
I wish that you needed me
I wish that you knew when I said two
Actually I meant three
I wish that without me your heart
would break
I wish that without me you’d be
spending the rest of your nights awake
I wish that without me you couldn’t
I wish I was the last thing on your
mind before you went to sleep

Now, go on and buy this fresh 7 year old masterclass of a pop album. Timely and cutting edge as always…