Love Your Dum and Mad cements the English singer's reputation as the Geordie PJ Harvey
Time Out staff
4/5 Awesome thing about Nadine Shah’s debut album number one: her vast, deeply northern English and darkly beautiful voice, like velvet drape curtains thick with bar smoke or a broad sky heavy with rain. Its sheer power once flustered the local paper in Shah’s northern coastal village of Whitburn into running with the ill-advised if appreciative headline: ‘Little girl that sings like a black lass’. In fact the singer, now 27 and well clear of the community halls, channels some of the intoxicating sadness of her Pakistani father’s Urdu ghazals. But as she towers, glowers and quakes her way to sure-fire Mercury Prize-nominee status, she sounds like nothing so much as a Geordie PJ Harvey.
Awesome thing about Nadine Shah’s debut album number two: producer and co-writer Ben Hillier, whose recent credits include Depeche Mode and The Horrors, and who brings an industrial edge that should forever deliver Shah from those early gigs at Pizza Express Jazz Club. He causes ‘Love Your Dum and Mad’ to commence, on ‘Aching Bones’, with the most demented clanging this side of Einstürzende Neubaten, and gradually bleed, across the flip side, into cavernous piano ballads. Not that this sound is imposed. Shah cued it in herself by suggesting they record on an industrial estate in her father’s carpet warehouse. Here, she bashed away at her reverberating grand piano with all the sturm and drang of a self-taught pianist who’s drawn to minor chords because she ‘likes the shape my hands make’.
Cosy and cataclysmic all at the same time, this is one of the most compelling expressions of great British gothic since Morrissey made a date at the cemetery gates. Bella Todd