
I suppose I managed to beat the hype to Lily Allen. One night a couple years back, I was digging through vinyl at some hole in the wall record store on Pico Boulevard, and some savvy trendsetting employee was playing some black market bootleg with her on it, before her debut album was anywhere to be found. I had him write her name down on a post-it for me, and as I hunted down tracks one by one over the following week or so, I became more and more sure that I had a real find on my hands. If only Antiquiet was around then.
I caught her live show on one of her first trips through the states, and everything checked out there as well. Alright, Still got a lot of play that summer around my house. A similar album by a guy named Jamie T called Panic Prevention picked up where that one left off early last year, but ever since I’ve been waiting for Lily Allen’s sophomore effort, hoping it would show the growth you’d expect from someone who’s got some real talent. That follow-up, entitled It’s Not Me, It’s You, hit shelves today. And it delivers. Full Article »