Another one-word female artist offering a woozy, wounded take on R’n’B-as-Stuff-White-People-Like. Must be a day that ends in ‘y’. BANKS – Jillian Rose Banks – is the one-to-watch behind Goddess. Unfortunately it’s more a case, at this stage, of being one to watch than one-to-listen-to.
I want to like this – and I’m not quite sure why. I like to think I’m hearing more in it than in so many of the other grey-spaces/water-colour mixtures as day-dreamed up by the bedsit pop crowd. But there’s no vitality here, no energy – and so the languidness weighs it down, and it all floats into the same space.
There are moments I like – a little hint of a genuine R’n’B voice (Waiting Game), some nice twists and turns that place her (and her music) somewhere between Lorde and Grimes and though, because I’m not being entirely positive, I’ll be told I’m not correct here and that I’m too old, anyway, to even want to like anything like that – I reckon this really does show promise (Brain).
The problem though, as with Lorde (so far) and Grimes (and others of course) is that it drips from the tap. And at an hour in length, with no real mood changes, this just goes on too long. Watery, washed out, dribbling out into a thin trace of sound. I guess I’ll tune in again if there’s another album – but there’s not enough going on here despite any (vague) promise.
Still, I’ve listened to this a lot, kinda wrestled with it – there’s something there. Just not enough. Not yet anyway.