Sunday, January 29, 2006

Nixey - Live at Islington Academy 25th January 2006

The Islington Academy's polished floor and minimalist furniture - crash barrier and wall-hugging perimeter shelf is the sum of it - suits Nixey's cut-glass electro-precision style. With ex-Auteurs man James Banbury - now of Infantjoy - controlling things from behind a bank of keyboards and gizmos, Sarah was joined by a backing vocalist and drummer.

Centre stage and looking stylish, Nixey looked as beautiful as, but less contrived than, Alison Goldfrapp - whose pronounciation she takes after. The set opened with Love And Exile, a sedate, atmospheric number that would characterise the set. Nixey's songs are melodic but cold, not things to jump about to but to listen to and savour. Amongst the most memorable was Masquerade, one of the set's more upbeat numbers, while closer and recent download single The Collector displayed her knack for literary allusion in lyric writing.

written by Michael Hubbard for Music OMH.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Stylus Magazine - Nixey's The Collector

As I suspect I’ve mentioned elsewhere on quite a few occasions, I used to have a rather hefty crush on Sarah Nixey back when I was 16 or so. It was the springtime of Black Box Recorder’s The Facts Of Life album and her voice was everywhere in my head, cold, cutting, smirking—“experimentation, familiarisation; it’s all a nature-walk.” Happy times.

Anyway, BBR ran their course a couple of years ago, and her first solo material sneaked out at the end of last year. It’s rather good, too, in a kind of understated English electro-pop fashion. This is her first time writing her own lyrics, and so the tone is slightly lighter than when she was the mouthpiece for Luke Haines and John Moore (i.e. she doesn’t seem to want to kill anyone). It’s a tale of “a boy who never smiled,” collecting butterflies in order to preserve them behind glass for their own protection. I’d imagine the analogy’s obvious enough.

The chorus is the clincher: “You cast your net and pull me in; you always win this game.” The maturity of tone, the anger and the pity—you don’t get that shit with Sophie Ellis-Bextor. Then again, you could probably dance to Sophie Ellis-Bextor. Score draw, then.

written by William B. Swygart

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