James Blake is really imprisoning me, and seemingly the entire blogosphere, at the moment. For good reason, the EPs alone would have been enough to tide people over for a while, and they might have. Then his debut album prematurely leaked all over the interwebs. Where Blake barely even used his own vocals on his string of EPs, he propels his voice above the dust, introducing another element to the spooked-out mix: coherent lyrics. As he bellows, anguish and heartbreak drip from. This is, by most standards, a soul record. One that, while almost entirely digital in nature even the vocals are fed through digitized effects and sustained by Auto-Tune and enhancers , seeps passion from the production to the computerized pipes.
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It couldn't have wished for more support. He had already released a string of singles on tiny independents, but this one had major-label muscle behind it: where once Blake's singles shared space on the release schedules with Claptrap by Joe, Blimey by Ramadanman and Untold's No One Likes a Smart Arse, now he found himself the labelmate of Welsh MOR songbird Duffy. The track was all over Radio 1 for weeks. It sounds like the classic overhyped sales disaster, but rather than asking why the single failed to take off as you might have expected, it seems more pertinent to ask exactly how Blake ended up burdened with any commercial expectations in the first place. It's a question that becomes pretty deafening once you hear Unluck, the opening track of his eponymous debut album. Unluck features a jarring disjointed beat, see-sawing chords that are gradually eaten away by distortion and largely drowned out by Blake's vocal, which for some reason seems to have been recorded at twice the volume of everything else. It is unsettling and strange.