Eliza Doolittle is an interesting album in many ways. It isn't powerful, or potent. It doesn't have anything particularly deep to say about the world. It doesn't even ramble on about the power of love, or how relationships are unfair. No, the album before you is, I believe, the thoughts of a quirky person. That quirky person is Eliza Caird, a Londoner with hints of Lily Allen about her.
The similarities with Allen are what initally drew me to this act. Both are nifty urban albums with a floaty sense of fun and a light, London sound. However, Dootlittle is so much lighter and less profound - and in some places is a more enjoyable listen because of it. In other areas, I was sad to find tht a lot of the songs can be a little repetitive, but in an endearing way rather than an annoying one.
As you would expect, Doolittle's relationship songs go about the matter in completely unconventional fashion. Either she's (politely) telling a boy what's wrong with him and then complimenting him, or thinking of weird ways to love people. The whole thing is cutesy and a little charming, in stark opposition to some other female singers out there. (Yes, Beyonce, I'm looking at you.)
Picking out a few singles, Pack Up is a nice Caribbean-themed cover, Mr. Medicine embodies what I said in my last paragraph, and Empty Hand is an eerie lullaby that just comes out of nowhere. Eliza Doolittle is an album that you should at some point have a listen to, whether its to pass the time or simply as a look-in. It's got some charming songs and a nice aesthetic, and a sense of weird realism that is absent in modern music.
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