Unwieldy title for relatively simple concept alert! No wonder I’m only a freelancer…
Anyway, given that the entire internet is currently in the process of compiling their year-end favourites lists, compiling my own can’t help but feel a little redundant. For the record, I agree with the consensus on the PJ Harvey album, and would also put Kate Bush and Nicola Roberts in my top 3. So instead I’ve decided to go all edgy and obscurist by compiling my ten favourite pop songs from 2011 that you probably haven’t heard. I hope you enjoy at least one of them. You should because they are all amazing, otherwise why would I bother?
So let’s kick off shall we?
10. Nicole Scherzinger – Cold
It’s been a mixed year for former Pussycat Doll (all lead and backing vocals performed by Nicole Scherzinger) Nicole Scherzinger. In positives, she scored a UK number one single with the unexpectedly marvellous Don’t Hold Your Breath, and she replaced Cheryl Cole in the coveted X Factor judging seat that she was in no way marked down for from day one. The fact that, despite her initially being drafted in to ‘co-present’ with Steve Jones, there was absolutely no footage of her doing anything of the sort during Sacrificial Cheryl’s stint on the show of course being purely the result of fortunate editing.
On the downside, she has so far failed to connect to the US record buying public, a problem that was not aided by the magnificent PR disaster of breaking a 13 year old girl’s heart live on television. She also let the #10 song in my list disappear into the online ether where only nerdy and overanalytical gays such as myself could moan about how it’s the best thing she’s done and should totally have made the album.
It really is though, and the reason why it didn’t end up on her middling and distinctly front-loaded Killer Love LP remains something of a mystery. Perhaps the moody, desolate tone was considered out of place on a record that combined Geri Halliwell-esque pink pound grabbing diva antics with the obligatory soul-destroying inspirational ballads. Perhaps someone else wanted it, and it will finally get the exposure it deserves on some future Britney, J.Lo or… god help us… Leona Lewis album.
Whatever the answer, this is a fantastic, relatively understated dance track produced by pop remixer-du-jour Dave Aude, and its bleak mood a great fit for Nicole’s technically powerful but curiously blank vocals. It has a lot in common with I Hate This Part which – as any of the fifteen or so people who can name more than one of them will tell you – is totally one of the Pussycat Dolls’ best singles.
Short version: She is rubbish. This song is not.