kate nash

to me, kate nash has always been “that girl with the obnoxious british accent”. now, calm down, i adore a good british accent as much as the next girl, but hers isn’t charming. or witty. or cute. hearing it makes me think of a ugly, trashy and seriously annoying girl who tries to boss her boyfriend around by getting thrashed and scoring cleavage induced attention from some random guy she met in a bar.

however, when kate opens her stockholm concert with “pumpkin soup” i find myself smiling. she is tiny, dressed in a huge, white t-shirt promoting the opening band, and though she’s sitting down while playing the piano i can see her head every other beat because she is bouncing up and down. which of course is adorable and warms me up to the whole experience in general. and to be honest, it’s not that bad. actually, some songs are pretty rocking and i can feel the floor of debaser medis tremble under my feet. for instance, the rounding up of “mariella” made the redhead in front of me go completely crazy and eventually forced another girl to flee for her life.

in the calmer and more intimate part of the show where we had kate on her own, she vulnerably delivered the keeper of the evening. the live version of “nicest thing” left me blinking ferociously and convinced me to sod the accent and buy the bloody album.