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FKA Twigs – LP1

FKA Twigs – 'LP1' album review

Twisting ’90s melodies with weird sonics, Tahliah Barnett's debut is in a class of its own: alien R&B

By Nick Levine

FKA Twigs – 'LP1'

4 out of 5 stars

Were Oscar Wilde alive today, he might quip: ‘To appear in one Jessie J video may be regarded as misfortune; to appear in two looks like carelessness.’ It hasn’t held back FKA Twigs, though. This Gloucestershire-born singer-songwriter – real name Tahliah Barnett – danced in the promo clips for ‘Do It Like a Dude’ and ‘Price Tag’, but a pair of acclaimed EPs have now made her a white hot name to drop – and an emerging style icon. On one recent magazine cover, Twigs rocks a look that could best be described as ‘badass Dalston Diana Ross’.

That’s largely because her own music sounds like it comes from a different planet to Jessie’s bombastic chart-pop. Her brilliant debut album is a collection of forward-thinking electro-R&B tracks packed with unexpected sonic details: an out-of-tune organ riff on ‘Lights On’; a beat that sounds like a child biting into a ripe apple on ‘Hours’. The lovely melodies on ‘Give Up’, ‘Number’ and ‘Pendulum’ have echoes of ’90s R&B, but this album is bewitching because Twigs mixes the pretty with the gritty. On ‘Two Weeks’, perhaps the sex jam of the year, she simply declares: ‘I can fuck you better, boy’.

‘LP1’ sounds destined to become a hipster favourite rather than a crossover pop smash, but it’s safe to presume this artist is cool with that. After all, she’ll have twigged a while back that it’s not about the money, money, money…

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