James Morrison - 'You Make It Real'
No, no no, no, no, this will not do at all! I'm sorry James, but generations of stout-hearted Englishmen have fought and died for this country, just so that humble bloggers such as myself won't be pushed around by by some bull-voiced Chris-Martin-in-the-back-of-a-spoon lookee-likee from the West Country.
Does the name Waterloo mean nothing to you? Agincourt? D-Day? If you need things making 'real', perhaps you could get off your lazy, pampered, 'authentic' pop star behind and do it yourself. Or at the very least, you could say please and make use of the manners this country is rightly famous for all over the world.
Speaking of lazy, sir, why is it that you feel the need to make a song which sounds so completely as though it could have come from your first album? Where are the splattercore beats? Where is the obligatory guest rapper? Where is the long-winded moan about the way in which everyone now treats you differently because you are a Brit Award-winning star these days?
Are we to put up with your soul-inflected acoustic balladeering with no variation whatsoever? On the frankly flimsy premise that a lot of people seem to really like it? Where is your backbone, sir? Where is your sense of artistic decency? Where, above all, is your PRIDE?
*some time later*
Hmmm...it seems, having had another few listens and a really good think, that you have actually managed to work some references to your new pop star life into the verses. And the choruses work rather well. Nice choral harmonies too. And if this is actually a subtle way of working some tasteful attempts at progress into your sound, well that might not be so bad.
I say YOUR sound...it's clearly taken from the blueprints drawn up by your great uncle Van Morrison. But you can't fight genetics.