
“I’m blown away by how well my first record has done,” says Natasha, who grew up in London in a musical family. Thanks to video play on MTV and VH1, the budding international star with a captivating pop meets soul style also scored with American radio, marking her as an artist to watch with great things in her future. Natasha’s quick leap continued as “These Words” went on to become a hit in a dozen other markets around the globe before it was released on Epic Records here in the States. Thanks to her UK chart-topping song “These Words,” Natasha and her rising pop star brother Daniel Bedingfield became the only brother and sister to both score No. 1 on the British charts and went on to triple-platinum sales there. What do we think? Well, the six million souls who bought into Bedingfield first time around are unlikely to be disappointed.How many artists can say they’ve made it into the Guinness Book of World Records on their very first album? And that’s just one of the many big accomplishments by Natasha Bedingfield on her premiere release, Unwritten, which debuted at No. How much you enjoy NB will depend on whether you find Bedingfield’s relationship advice insightful and illuminating or as glib and clichéd as an Oscar acceptance speech. Natasha's in like with you, not in love with you. Ultimately the album plays out like an episode of Ally McBeal from the late nineties. Its stealthily seductive chorus, complex harmonies and fuzz guitar solo knit brilliantly to make it N.B.'s undoubted highlight. Only 'Say It Again', a co-write with Maroon 5's Adam Levine, manages to nail a chorus as unexpectedly euphoric as those of 'Unwritten' and 'These Words', but 'How Do You Do' locates the same interface between pop exuberance and hard-edged urban credibility as Nelly Furtado's recent singles and 'Who Knows' is an off-kilter pop gem. This isn't to say that the album lacks potential singles. Sadly, songs like 'Tricky Angel', 'No More What Ifs' and 'Not Givin' Up' – which features a jarring cameo from US rapper Eve – suffer from the same lack of memorable melodies that crippled Unwritten. is, for the most part, filled with the same sprightly R&B-lite as her debut. Its A-list writing team notwithstanding, N.B.

That was seven years ago now.įortunately, Bedingfield has managed to avoid the grating Americanisation that has hamstrung Joss Stone's recent output. Why do the labels bother? This trick didn't work for Gary Barlow, the Sugababes or Natasha's brother and Warren hasn't penned a bona fide smash since LeAnn Rimes' 'Can’t Stop The Moonlight'. even features that hallmark of British pop albums designed to make it big in the States: a power ballad written by Diane 'I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing' Warren'. N.B.'s credits are littered with the names of high-profile US songwriters - Mike Elizondo (Eminem, Pink), Nate Hills (Nelly Furtado), Patrick Leonard ( Like A Prayer-era Madonna) – who are unlikely ever to have met a girl from Lewisham before.

Can the toothsome triller retain her US fanbase – earned by enduring the same trek around radio stations in Midwest America that Lily Allen has been whining about recently – without sacrificing the slight British oddness that is the bedrock of her appeal? The early signs are far from encouraging. Not bad for a gal who started her career in a Christian rock band called The DNA Algorithm.Ĭlearly the stakes have been raised for N.B., Bedingfield's follow-up. Nevertheless, the joyous, United Nations theme-in-waiting 'Unwritten' became a US smash and that debut LP sold an incredible six million copies. Remember how she sang "hyperbole" to rhyme with "Super Bowl" on her number one hit 'These Words'? Our dentist thought he'd won the lottery. However did Natasha Bedingfield become a pop superstar? Sneaking through the door to chart success that her brother Daniel had bolted through – and was about to have slammed in his face second time around - she gave us one of the most irritating debut singles in history ('Single'), released a patchy debut album ( Unwritten) and filled the airwaves with psychobabble-infected lyrics that grated as often as they charmed.
