At the start of this year, none of us had heard of Susan Boyle. Now,
in the Christmas sales rush, her debut album "I Dreamed a Dream" is the
most pre-ordered CD in Amazon's history.
Already, the Scottish
Internet sensation has been the subject of fervid tabloid attention.
Catapulted to global fame by a British reality show, her fragile ego
cracked when she lost the "Britain's Got Talent" final to a dance
troupe and she was later admitted to The Priory, an exclusive London
psychiatric clinic.
But now the furore is over, the studio
sessions have come to a close and the world has one question for Boyle:
Is she more than a seasonal novelty act, her minutes of fame close to
expiry? Can the phenomenon known as "SuBo" deliver the goods?
Let's get this straight. Boyle's
record is no joke. Admittedly, in places there's a tenseness and a
naivety to her vocals, and her genre-skipping does make her album
something of a hotch-potch crowd-pleaser, some might say cynically so.
(Torch ballads? Check. Church music standards? Check. Pop classics?
Check.) But she's deadly serious.
Mostly it works; occasionally
it falls a little short. Her interpretations of hymnal music won't be
worrying Katherine Jenkins et al any time soon, but they're prettily
sung and smoothly produced. It's here she sounds most comfortable and
most convincing, and there's a sweetness and a lightness which are all
Boyle's own.
Elsewhere, the production lets her down. On the
Monkees' "Daydream Believer," "The End of the World" and Rolling Stones
classic "Wild Horses," her producers seem to be pushing a
ballads-by-numbers view that slowing down a song makes it more
meaningful. It doesn't.
And "Daydream Believer" seems a cruel
choice, its summery celebration of teenage carpe diem surely unsuited
to a matronly council tenant from West Lothian. Revealingly, "Wild
Horses" and soul-searching Madonna cover "You'll See" hint that while
rich in years, Boyle lacks the emotional maturity to convey true
heartbreak.
Happily, "I Dreamed a Dream," the "Les Miserables"
classic that made her name, still packs the SuBo punch. She is --
perhaps unsurprisingly -- unwavering and convincing in her portrayal of
a person let down by life.
But the standout track is a cover of
"Cry me a River" from "Breakfast at Tiffany's." An old favorite of
Boyle's, here she sounds relaxed, in control, even sultry, and finally
shows off her voice's mellifluous timbre. It's the one song on the
record where you don't imagine Simon Cowell nodding or shaking his head
at her from behind the mixing desk.
Technically, Boyle does the
job. Her voice is undoubtedly clear and younger than her years. "I
Dreamed a Dream" aside, she's more a crooner than a belter at this
stage. But can she sing? Yes. Is she outstanding? No. She's ... fine.
And
that's the problem. Listening to Boyle's record feels strangely
monochrome. Her fame's roots lie not in her talent, but in the few
short minutes that she overturned our perceptions of those who deserve
fame: she is a foil to the young and the beautiful.
Without
seeing her dowdy frame standing in front of a microphone, the impact of
her voice fades. It's not a pleasant lesson for us: if she were pretty,
ordinarily pretty, she'd be a haphazardly employed cruise singer. She
stands out by being remarkably plain.
She's a gift that's
helping Cowell (did you see the dollar signs spin in his eyes when she
first opened her mouth and sang?) kid us that the music industry
rewards raw talent. It doesn't. She's an aberration, a glitch. We're
not going to see more Susan Boyles shooting up the charts. We'll see
more Pussycat Dolls.
Ultimately, none of this matters. As her
presales show, Susan Boyle's fans were always going to buy this record.
The rest of the world probably won't. But her fanbase is significant
enough to ensure that her recording and performing career will be as
successful -- and as profitable -- as her own grip on reality will
allow.
And that is her appeal. Her remarkable
journey is testament to the challenges she's faced throughout her life.
She'll release a number one Christmas album next year and fill concert
halls around the world for the foreseeable future, not because she's
one of the world's greatest singers, but because to her legions of
fans, Boyle is a talisman and a signal that maybe, just maybe, their
dream could also come true.