And here's another cute songwriter and performer who added her voice to the female choir of the decade. But Dido, unlike the others, took almost no influence from black music. The sound in her records is updated but rooted in white traditions, and the rhythm isn't dominant. The songs she writes and performs do not connect to the libido but are based on sense and sensitivity, and deal mainly with relationships from a female perspective. In 2003, her clear voice offered something different to the funkiness ruling pop, and there was something fresh about it. Rapidly, though, she started to bore me. Too bourgeois, too monotonous.
This is a record I still love a lot. She is unwilling to accept the collapse of her relationship, and keeps pining for the man who left her (someone should tell her he's a vampire). It is a familiar and painful story, and we're used to discourage this kind of obsessive behavior, but Dido manages to generate sympathy, and provides an anthem for all the forlorn who are unable to say goodbye to their love, even though they know it will destroy them. Lovely record.
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