| The most hotly anticipated album release of this New Year comes not from
someone rammed into the collective consciousness by their media ubiquity. Duffy
is an unknown quantity at this point, having performed but a small number of
gigs, mostly in support of The Magic Numbers, and having only just begun to be
seen on TV, most notably with recent appearances on Jools Holland’s Later and
New Year Hootenanny.
Yet her soulful voice has already beguiled many of the nation’s
musical tastemakers and news of its beauty and of the strength of her songs
is spreading by word of mouth even as you read these words. Radio One’s
Jo Whiley chose Duffy’s title track and album taster Rockferry as her
Single of the Week in late November, further adding to the momentum. Now, as the
comparisons fly (Dusty Springfield has emerged as the favourite), it’s time to
discover her for yourself.
Duffy was born and spent her childhood years in the north Wales coastal
community of Nefyn, a place too remote to be driven by style wars or opposing
music factions (the nearest record counter was a bus ride away and only stocked
the Top 40). The upbringing she describes is one in which everyone had to rub
along together, making do and mending, accepting each other and their tastes
without prejudice.
Having no CD collection of her own, her first real musical memory is of
walking into the kitchen unannounced to find her mother and stepfather dancing
to Rod Stewart. The first steps she took towards defining her own personal
identity came when she borrowed one of her dad’s VHS tapes of the ‘60s TV show
‘Ready, Steady, Go!’. “It had The Beatles, the Stones, the Walker Brothers,
Sandie Shaw and Millie singing My Boy Lollipop. So sexy and exciting! I
played it again and again until finally it disintegrated.”
Says former Suede guitarist and record producer Bernard Butler of this
artlessness, “Duffy managed to grow up without any concept of what was cool or
current, what she should or shouldn’t like, how to behave or even how to sing.
For her, coming to London at all was the stuff of fairytales.”
“And to come here to write songs with some random bloke who’d been
recommended to her, me? It meant taking two buses and then two trains and took
all day. Then she’d do the same in reverse to get home, playing the music she’d
just made to old ladies she encountered on the journey. It’s hard for cynical
music industry types to get their heads around just how far removed she was from
our world, geographically and in every other way. But what you’ve got as a
result is someone who acts and sings completely and unselfconsciously from the
heart. That’s a rare and magical thing.”
Butler was introduced to Duffy by Rough Trade’s Jeannette Lee who, in
August 2004 and after hearing demos recorded in this or that mate’s home, became
the singer’s mentor and manager. For Duffy, to have not just a friend but also
point of both safety and reference in the strange new world she found herself in
was crucial to her own musical development and sense of self.
“People keep saying to me, ‘You’ve made a great record’ but I can’t take that
in because I didn’t do it on my own. Jeannette and I made Rockferry together
and she’s been with me every step of the way, broadening my horizons,
introducing me to people I can trust.” Butler was just one of them: having
written the glorious, chorus-free, utterly hypnotic Rockferry together at the
beginning of the project, they then worked on a further three of the ten tracks
on what is already being talked about as 2008’s most important debut release.
Jimmy Hogarth & Steve Booker are the other collaborators on this
classic-in-waiting.
What can you expect to hear? The title track and album opener, as
atmospheric, slow-building and idiosyncratic song as you could hope for, leads
into a collection of original material that some might call retro in feel
(those Dusty flavours, that girl group vibe) but which Duffy herself prefers
to identify as classic. You’ll find arrangements as sparsely effective as those
against which Dionne Warwick told her Bacharach & David-wrought tales of
heartbreak in the early 1960s. You’ll find lush choruses and swooning hooks (as
perfected by the late Miss Springfield and various distinguished others). But
this is far from pastiche.
What you’ll find instead is irrefutable evidence of a significant new talent,
and one that has developed in splendid isolation, not in reaction to market
forces or the input of focus groups and industry experts. Duffy is the real,
unspoiled original deal. “People keep asking me where my voice comes from and
the fact is I don’t know,” says the brightest new star of 2008. “Why are your
eyes the colour they are? It’s no answer at all but it’s the only one I
have.” |