If at first you don’t succeed You could imagine Imani Coppola using this well-worn proverb as the foundation for a musical masterclass when her career eventually bites the dust.
The feisty New Yorker seemed doomed to failure in the fickle world of pop. Dumped by her record company in the 1990s due to creative differences, a disillusioned Coppola took a 10-year break from the spotlight, seemingly unlikely never to return.
But then she decided to try, try again. Teaming up with Adam Pallin, a one-time producer and multi-instrumentalist for Tom Jones and, er, contestants for American Idol, a doggedly determined Coppola introduced the world to Little Jackie.
And debut album, The Stoop, is the product of two fine talents – particularly showcasing Coppola’s sharp-tongued wordsmith wit.
Add this to the soulful musings of Pallin — who has a penchant for all things bright and breezy — and you have the perfect combo.
Consequently, The Stoop is a delightful feel-good fusion between pop and R n B.
Outrageously, Coppola has been lazily pigeon-holed as part of the MySpace generation of tomboy tongue-in-cheek angst queens such as loud-mouth Lily Allen, Kate Nash and co.
In reality, she defies stylistic categorisation, although at a push is nearer Amy Winehouse — both musically (Go Hard or Go Home) and in the quality stakes.
Ironically, though, Coppola could be taking a pop at Winehouse’s well publicised lifestyle in the hard-hitting Cryin For The Queen (“Those who know me know I ain’t no straight-lace sober freak but when it comes time to get the job done I make sure I’m at least able to speak It’s time for you to get clean and stop creating a scene”)
The Stoop is far more inventive than anything from Allen’s much lauded Alright Still which boasted a belting summery single but little else.
Little Jackie’s debut is full of wit and invention – and occasional raw emotion.
The duo specialises in hook-laden singalong tunes that have an insouciant charm.
It’s hard to find fault anywhere – and in the wonderful The Word Should Revolve Around Me and Black Barbie, The Stoop can profess pop