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Joss Stone 'Introducing Joss Stone'
Album
Review
Joss Stone’s appearance at The Brits, sporting Mika’s album
cover, with hair that looked like it had been dunked in Ribena
and spouting therapy-speak in a strange accent, is now the
stuff of legend. Now I’m not one for kicking people when
they’re down but… Introducing Joss Stone is bad. It’s
not even gloriously bad in the way that Brits appearance was.
It’s just deathly dull.
No one is about to doubt the strength of Joss’s voice. Yet all
manner of whooping, mmmm-hmmms and endless ‘baby’ing will not
disguise the poor quality of these songs. It’s supposed to be
a hybrid of hip-hop and soul but it’s about as impressive as
Joss’s hybrid accent of English and American. The lyrics are
limp, lame and uninspired and you’ll probably never want to
hear the word ‘baby’ again (one song is even called Baby
Baby Baby, although perversely, it’s one of the better
tracks).
The whole album plods along with little character, conviction
or charm. A great voice means nothing when you sound as if you
don’t give a shit about what you’re singing. Can you hear that
faint glugging noise in the background? That’s the sound of
potential going down the drain. You’ll have to wait until
track six for a decent blast of Stone’s voice (Put Your
Hands On Me) and until track thirteen for it to be used
with any real feeling (What Were We Thinking). But
these are not even highlights. They’re just less bad moments
in an album of interminable boredom.
Rachel Read
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