RIYL: early Roxy Music, Blondie, Goldfrapp
It had to sting Siobhan Fahey a little that the band that she began as a solo project only saw commercial success when someone else was singing lead. She was Dave Stewart’s wife. She was in Bananarama, goddamnit. Why was it that the world only paid attention to her when some high-pitched American was on the mic?
Because that high-pitched American (Marcella Detroit, for those keeping score at home) had a dynamic voice, and when it crawled out of the speakers begging listeners to staaaaaaaay wiiiiiiith her, you stayed. Fahey, on the other hand, had to settle for playing the supporting role once again, even though it was her own band, and she was the lead singer. Ow.
Having said that, Fahey kind of forced the label’s hand in some regards. After playing the role of tarted-up hottie for years, Fahey was understandably bored with being a slice of cheesecake and adopted a look that resembled thrift store Gothic. Combine that with the fact that she had the second-best voice in her own band – or at least the second most striking voice – and it’s easy to see why the label chose to promote them as a duo, rather than as a Fahey solo project. You can imagine the label’s horror when Detroit left the band in 1993; now we just have the low-voiced Goth girl? What the hell do we do with her?
Bury her, it appears. Fahey made one more album in 1996 under the Shakespears Sister name, but it took eight years and some nasty dealings with her label to get it released. Plans for a Fahey solo album were scrapped…twice. So Fahey resurrects Shakespears Sister for the sake of artistic collateral in order to get her solo material out, 18 years removed from her biggest (and in the US, only) hit. How has time treated her?
Pretty well, actually. Songs from the Red Room is an odd blend of glam, dance beats and sass. There isn’t anything here that will tear up the charts, but the whole album is strangely compelling, begging repeat spins despite the lack of a killer hook. She ropes in Terry Hall to duet with her again (the two sang “It Ain’t What You Do” together with Bananarama and Fun Boy Three in 1982) on “Was It Worth It?,” and taunts Marc Bolan on opening track “Pulsatron,” a song that Bolan would have killed for solely for the title. It will shock the daylights out of anyone who’s only familiar with the the band’s chart successes, but that appears to be the point. At long last, Fahey sounds like she’s making the music she meant to make all along. Better late than never, we suppose. (SF Records 2010)
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