CD: Rebecca Ferguson - Heaven

At last, seasonal talent-show spin-offs are showing signs of real talent. Hot on the heels of the appealing, if insubstantial, Olly Murs album, comes Rebecca Ferguson’s debut. And, if Murs’ release wasn’t too bad, people are saying that Ferguson’s is such a leap forward it’s bad form to mention her in the same breath as the other alumni.

Surprisingly, Heaven contains no covers. Less surprisingly, it is pure retro soul-pop. But if it looks back that hardly matters. Ferguson delivers astonishingly raw emotion for a reality star. She may not be as troubled as the late Amy Winehouse but she sounds like she’s had her fair share of blues. As she sings “no money, no house, no car” on “Nothing’s Real but Love”, you really sense drama in her voice, which rasps somewhere between Gabrielle and Macy Gray. Smoky mid-tempo melodies, like the latter and the Aloe Blacc-aping “Glitter and Gold”, are the album’s forte. It's there that you see the real craftmanship. Ferguson claims that she insisted on co-writing, and you sense her fiery personality throughout.

"Mr Bright Eyes" is foot-tappingly infectious, “Fighting Suspicions” hints at both Nina Simone and Roberta Flack, and when she sings about triumphing over romantic adversity in “Fairytale” you can just picture drunken dance floors across the country filling up. But after tear-jerker “Teach Me How to be Loved”, things start to fall apart. At 35 minutes Heaven is not a long album. At 25 minutes it would have been notably short. But it may have been a bolder and better decision to lose the last three tracks and possibly spend the money on remixing the rest, which is often treble heavy. However although Heaven may not be as consistently good as the hype suggests, where it shines, and it shines a lot, this is a record to truly delight in.

Rebecca Ferguson performs "Feeling Good" on The X Factor

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