Monday 31 March 2014


Bleuuurgh! Back to work again - after a fab week off, a trip to Essex, and pottering in the garden in this lovely Spring weather...

Hey ho. On this Tacky Music Monday, we can always rely on La Bomba de Puerto Rico, Señorita Iris Chacôn to cheer us all up! Here's ol' Thunderthighs herself:

Ay, Caramba!

Iris Chacôn on Wikipedia

Sunday 30 March 2014

Mother Love

Three important celebrations today.

It's Mothering Sunday here in the UK.

Our clocks have gone forward, so it's officially British Summer Time - yay!

And Miss Shirley Jones - whose career took her from grieving ingénue in Carousel to matriarch of The Partridge Family - will be 80 years old tomorrow.

Here is a rare piece that suits the "Sunday mood" - Miss Jones' magnificent version of The Sound of Music:

And here is a clip of Miss Jones (playing second fiddle again to the gorgeous David Cassidy) with The Partridge Family, and an appropriate number for today:

We were privileged back in 2010 to see Shirley Jones in her one-woman show - read all about it - and we were pleased to note her voice was still a force to be reckoned with.

Shirley Mae Jones (born 31st March 1934)

Saturday 29 March 2014

A precious Pearl

The outrageously fabulous Miss Pearl Bailey, had she lived, would have been 96 years old today.

She was not only a ground-breaking artist in her own right, making a successful crossover from Harlem nightclubs and singing with big band-leaders such as Cab Calloway and Duke Ellington to become a genuine all-round entertainer; she was also an early supporter of gay rights (she steered the career of drag superstar Mr Lynne Carter), headed a Tony Award-winning all-black cast of Hello Dolly! and had her own very successful TV variety show during the 70s.

She even wrote her own cookbook!

Miss Bailey also sang with everyone who was anyone in showbiz, including Carol Channing, Frank Sinatra, Dinah Shore, Ethel Waters, Moms Mabley and many many more. Like these...

Here she is with Louis Armstrong, Bing Crosby and Andy Williams:

And here, the lady forms a formidable - and never to be repeated - trio with Ella Fitzgerald and Sarah Vaughan!


Pearlie Mae Bailey (29th March 1918 – 17th August 1990)

Friday 28 March 2014

This is not the way I wanna sing it!

Today (at midnight) equal marriage becomes law in the UK - and there are a flurry of same-sex ceremonies planned to take place at the moment of the chimes of twelve o'clock. We had planned to go and cheer at least one of them (at Islington Town Hall), but that seems unlikely now given the flu-bug that seems to be passing round our gang. Our thoughts will be with the happy couple(s) nonetheless.

Instead, here's an appropriate classic for the occasion, given a makeover by the inimitable Adeva, her magnificent tonsils, and that hairdo... It may be a choon that is two decades out of the actual era in question - but Thank Disco It's Friday, anyhoo!

It Should've Been Me?

With that congregation, maybe...

First same-sex marriages to take place at midnight

Thursday 27 March 2014

The crow was your hair

Crows are as intelligent as children and far less hassle to look after, it has been claimed.

Researchers found that crows’ reasoning ability was equal to that of small children, but that crows did not demand repeated viewings of Madagascar 2.

Professor Henry Brubaker said: “If you’re thinking about starting a family, get a crow instead.

“For example, it’s considered ‘inhumane’ to make your kids live in the garden, but with a crow it’s fine. Similarly, you can let a crow leave the house through a window and come back hours later of its own accord.

“Crows have a badass, take-no-shit attitude whereas kids cry all the time about nothing.”
The Daily Mash.

Of course.

An appropriate song, methinks, courtesy of the Human League:

A crow and a baby
Had an affair
The result was a landslide
The result was a dare

The result was a baby
Who wanted it all
Moved out of the doll's house
Moved out of the hall

With one wing on the town
And a gleam in an eye of red
Said, My father was a crow
Now I want all fathers dead

Find the fathers of this world
Treat them as a fatal foe
Put them in the deepest hole,
Then cover the pit with snow

With one wing on the town
And a gleam in an eye of red

I'm just trying to tell you
What you'll come up against
If you venture from my side
If you think you're so mature

You will end up in a field
You will be someone's manure
Mushrooms growing from your back
Feeding some damn carrion bird
Do you want to contribute
To the corruption of the world?

With one wing on the town
And a gleam in an eye of red

A crow and a baby
Had an affair
My dream was the baby
The crow was your hair

Parts of me love parts of you
That at least is obvious
Give my baby back to me
You must see it's only just

With one wing on the town
And a gleam in an eye of red
With one wing on the town
And a gleam in an eye of red

With one wing on the town
And a gleam in an eye of red

Wednesday 26 March 2014

The Boss

Wow. The sparklingly splendiferous, the one, the only Miss Diana Ross is seventy years old today!

To celebrate such an auspicious milestone, here is "The Boss" live in concert at the legendary Caesar's Palace Las Vegas, from 1979 - in its entirety!

Part 1:

Part 2:

Needless to say, tributes to the great lady are everywhere in the British media - including The Telegraph and The Guardian.

Miss Ross features (once again) as our latest "exhibit" in the Dolores Delargo Towers Museum of Camp. Of course.

Diana Ernestine Earle Ross

Tuesday 25 March 2014

Help me understand

Timeslip moment again...

Is it really thirty years ago this week that a very youthful Depeche Mode entered the UK charts with this slice of brilliant "industrial electronica"? It's People Are People, of course:

Ah, the heady days of 1984.

People are people
So why should it be
You and I should get along so awfully

So we’re different colours
And we’re different creeds
And different people have different needs

It’s obvious you hate me
Though I’ve done nothing wrong
I’ve never even met you so what could I have done

I can’t understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand

Help me understand

Now you’re punching
And you’re kicking
And you’re shouting at me
I’m relying on your common decency
So far it hasn’t surfaced
But I’m sure it exists
It just takes a while to travel
From your head to your fists

They should play this in Russia.

Depeche Mode

Monday 24 March 2014

Mack the... Scissors?

Today is the 74th birthday of that OTT creative genius Mr Bob Mackie, designer of choice for decades of ladies beloved of men-who-are-light-in-their-loafers including Mitzi Gaynor, Miss Ross, Bette Midler, Carol Burnett, Ann-Margret, and of course Cher! [Although, it seems, no longer - as he has turned down the costumier duties for her latest "farewell tour".]

So what better way to kick off the week (in sparkling fashion as is our wont) on this Tacky Music Monday, than with Cher, Bette and Dame Elton John (and Flip Wilson, whoever he is) together, dressed in the most outrageous of Mr Mackie's creations?

And here is a musical compendium of some of his famous costumes:

Robert Gordon "Bob" Mackie (born 24th March 1940)

Sunday 23 March 2014

Very Important Person

It is, sadly, three years since the death of the eternally radiant Dame Elizabeth Taylor. Such a loss.

Here, by way of a tribute, is another enthusiastically camp panegyric by Steve Hayes (Tired Old Queen at the Movies) on one of her classic films - The VIPs!

Dame Elizabeth Rosemond "Liz" Taylor, DBE (27th February 1932 – 23rd March 2011)

Saturday 22 March 2014

Twice would be vicious

Many happy returns to the peerless Mr Stephen Sondheim, an icon here at Dolores Delargo Towers (we've been to numerous productions of his works, and even went to see him live in conversation on the occasion of his 80th) - 84 years old today!

In tribute to the great man, here's a unique version of one of our house-party favourites I Never Do Anything Twice (also known as "The Madam's Song" from The Seven Percent Solution), by the magnificent cabaret impresario Dusty Limits...

When I was young and simple
I don't recall the date
I met a handsome captain of the guard
He visited my chambers one evening rather late
In tandem with a husky Saint Bernard

At first I was astonished
And tears came to my eyes
But, later when I asked him to resume
He said, to my surprise
My dear, it isn't wise
Where love is concerned one must freshen the bloom

Once, yes, once for a lark
Twice, though, loses the spark
One must never deny it
But after you try it you vary the diet

Said my handsome young guard
Yes, I know, but it's hard
But no matter how nice
I never do anything twice

I think about the Baron
Who came at my command
And proffered me a riding crop and chains
The evening that we shared
Was meticulously planned
He took the most extraordinary pains
He trembled with excitement
His cheeks were quite aglow
And afterwards he cried to me, "Encore!"

He pleaded with me so to have another go
I murmured caressingly, "Whatever for?"

Once, yes, once for a lark
Twice, though, loses the spark
Once, yes, once is delicious
But twice would be vicious
Or just repetitious

Someone's bound to be scarred
Yes, I know that it's hard
But, no matter the price
I never do anything twice

And then there was the abbot
Who worshipped at my feet
Who dressed me in a wimple and in veils
He made a proposition which
I found rather sweet
And handed me a hammer and some nails

In time we lay contented
And he began again
By fingering the beads around our waists
I whispered to him then
"We'll have to say amen,"
For I had developed more catholic tastes

Once, yes, once for a lark
Twice, though, loses the spark

As I said to the abbot
I'll get in the habit, but not in the habit
You've my highest regard
And I know that it's hard
Still, no matter the price
I'd never do anything twice

Once, yes, once can be nice
Love requires some spice
If you've something in view
Or something to do, totally new
I'll be there in a trice
But I never do anything twice

Except . . . No
I never do anything twice

Dusty Limits on Wikipedia

Friday 21 March 2014

Who is that girl?

It's my last day in work before I'm off for a week's leave (we're not going anywhere; it's just a case of using up leave not taken this financial year - and why not?)

This should be an even more special party weekend than usual to start planning - so why not travel back to 1977 (37 years this week), dig out your best satin'n'fuck-me-boots outfit, mix it with a gypsy headscarf and a necklace made of dead birds, and look every bit as cool as that dearly missed pornstar-turned-singer Miss Andrea True?

And with a bit of luck, "What's Your Name, What's Your Number?" just might be a phrase we'll all hear this weekend... Thank Disco It's Friday!

Have a fantabulosa weekend, honeys.

Thursday 20 March 2014


Today is officially "The First Day of Spring". Apparently.

It's actually the Vernal Equinox - equal day and equal night, and the clocks go forward next weekend. The gardens here at Dolores Delargo Towers are bursting with promise. Oh, yes, and the forecast says it's going to rain...

Hey ho, to celebrate (as we all should) the fact that we are out of winter and heading towards better days, here's a very odd discovery - it's the bizarre Voler Mouche...

They're Hungarian. That's all I know.


Wednesday 19 March 2014

The future's bright...

...the future's dodecagonal!

The new pound coin, due to cause chaos at a vending machine near you in 2017.

Tuesday 18 March 2014

New Romantic slap, Judi, green VPL, Scottish lesbian secessionists and a "Fuck It" list

So there we were (our Paul, little Tony and I; and Emma, Toby, Bryanne, Simon, and Lauren/Rebecca and her coterie of "safety gays" including songwriter Jake Hook), on Paddy's Day at Polari ("London's peerless gay literary salon"). And Paul Burston, our host, was all in green - in a suit with trousers so tight one could see his Leprechaun. A perfect start to another evening of cultural wonderment!

Our opening entertainment was from Mr Carl Stanley, former New Romantic and make-up and hair artist to the stars, who read for us from his as-yet-unpublished memoir, punningly titled Kiss and Make Up, from whence comes this small extract about his (ahem!) fabulous mother:
“What’s a hysterectomy?” I’d asked.

“Somethin’ I should’ve `ad twelve years ago,” had been her flippant comeback as she’d pinned her commandments to the cork note-board.

Later, I’d trawled through the ‘H’s in my Collins Gem: hysterectomy n. the surgical removal of the womb.

"Hang on a mo’, if I’m eleven an’ it takes nine months to have a baby..." I’d thought...

Frosty and irascible, she’d never been especially likeable, but that’d been the cherry on a gateau of dislike that’d started two Christmases earlier in 1978 when the Girl’s World I’d written Santa for wasn’t under the tree. I’d hunted high-and-low lest he’d hid it elsewhere, and she got so annoyed with me badgering where else could it be that she said nowhere because he wasn’t real.

I should’ve known really, as she’d never have allowed anyone in Wellington boots to step on her Axminster, not even a saint...
The book sounds a hoot, and I hope it gets a publisher soon. You can read more at his Authonomy page.

The charming Nicolas Collins - a man whose online profile is practically invisible, sharing as he does a name with a popular electronic musician and the son of 80s pop-shame Phil, and the title of whose book of poetry is more a topic of conversation on MumsNet than findable on Google - was next onto the stage, reading a selection of pithy and sometimes rather wonderful poetry from his (self-published) anthology Washing the Duvet, tackling love, sex, relationships and everything in-between. We loved it.

Nevertheless, no matter how excellent our first two readers were, they were about to be upstaged! Forcing Paul B's hand once again to allow her into the limelight, everyone's favourite Barbara Brownskirt arrived - virtually at first, on her Big Day Out - a tribute to Judi Dench:

As she continued ("in the flesh" this time) with her deadpan readings about failure and obsession, we laughed till our faces hurt! Always a joy, Miss Karen McLeod's "miserable militant lesbian" creation appears to have developed a rather wonderful life of her own. And more power to her cagoule-clad elbow, I say...

We needed a fag and a drink break after that.

Actress, producer and writer Miss Angela Clerkin opened the second half with a corker of a reading, first from her short story The "Fuck It" List. It's a brilliant tale, and was one of the highlights of the compendium Men and Women (edited by Mr Burston), the launch of which I went to way back in 2011. And here she is, reading from the story, at that very event:

She's a great storyteller, to be sure. And a great dancer of the jig, too!

However, our "leading lady" on this occasion was a pioneer who has been creating stories for a little while longer - Ms Maureen Duffy.

The first gay woman in British public life today to be open about her sexuality (on TV as well as in her work), before homosexuality was decriminalised at the end of the 60s; she was an early participant in the CND marches; first president of the Gay and Lesbian Humanist Association (GALHA); is a staunch campaigner for the rights of gays, women, and oppressed minorities in general (and animals); a fellow of King’s College London and a Vice President of the Royal Society of Literature; and the author of 33 published works, including seven collections of poetry, non-fiction and 16 plays for stage, screen and radio. Quite a record.

She read some extracts from one of those works, her latest, In Times Like These - a lesbian love story set in a dystopian future following a successful independence campaign by Scotland from the United Kingdom and the havoc that it wreaks. And it was enchanting to listen to her.

This was yet another evening of first-class literature, and I had missed it terribly - having been in absentia for the last one (and I was told off by that event's headliner Val (VG) Lee for not being there!) thanks to its clash with the end-of-LGBT-History-Month ball in Camden.

Next month's is quite a line-up. On the bill on 28th April are Sophie Ward, Rebecca Chance, LaJohn Joseph, Kiki Archer and Booker Prize-nominated author and journalist Philip Hensher, and I can't wait!


Feel-good factor

Another half-century to celebrate today - none other than Zambia's finest (and possibly only international hit singer) Rozalla!

It is impossible to think that this song is twenty-three years old.

Everybody's free to feel good
Everybody's free to feel good
Everybody's free

Brother and sister
Together we'll make it through
Some day a spirit will take you and guide you there
I know you've been hurting but
I've been waiting to be there for you
And I'll be there just helping you out
Whenever I can

Ohh Ohh
Everybody's free to feel good
Everybody's free to feel good

We are a family that should stand together as one
Helping each other instead of just wasting time
Now is the moment to reach out to someone
It's all up to you
When everyone's sharing their hope
Then love will win through

Everybody's free to feel good
Everybody's free to feel good

An absolute classic - I would be dancing like it's 1991, but my knees would creak.

Rozalla Miller (born 18th March 1964)

Monday 17 March 2014

Totty of the Day

"Directors are not worried about casting beautiful women, but they are not sure that they want to cast great-looking men. My looks have prevented people from seeing my work."

“The best part is not the biggest, it's the one that's most memorable.”

"So I came to the realisation: Nothing in life is unfair. It's just life.”

"I have been looking forward to this age of my life for a long time. In my twenties, I marked the days on the calendar - I was sick of playing high-school kids."

"You can't build a life on a backstage pass or free swag at Sundance.”

Rob Lowe is fifty years old today. Lordy!

And yes, I would...

Robert Hepler Lowe (born 17th March 1964)

Livin' on the music so fine

Today is Paddy's Day - the day that everyone in the world is supposed to drink Guinness and believe in leprechauns and stuff like that, allegedly.

It is also another Tacky Music Monday (too soon, too soon again after a gorgeous sunny weekend) - and what better way to celebrate than with one of the Emerald Isle's finest [OK, I know she was born in Ulster and is thus British, but hey ho] Miss Clodagh Rodgers, here dancing in what appears to be a windswept bog with her suitably chirpy safety aerachs

It's Night Fever as the Gibb brothers probably never imagined it...

Have a good week, peeps!

Sunday 16 March 2014

"You're nothing but a railroad tramp!"

On this, what would have been the 98th birthday (and ten years this month since her death) of Miss Mercedes McCambridge - Oscar-winning actress for All the King's Men and nominated for Giant, and surprisingly also the voice of the Devil in The Exorcist.

But it is for her role as the bitter and twisted 'Emma', bent on the destruction of her small-town political rival ('Vienna', played to perfection by Miss Joan Crawford) in one of the most archly camp Westerns ever made, Johnny Guitar, for which we remember her most.

Here are just two of the magnificent sparring-matches between the grandes dames in the film. It helps the crackling atmosphere to know, of course, that the two women despised each other in real life as much as their characters hate each other on screen...

And here - of course - is the sublime Miss Peggy Lee to sing the haunting title song:


Johnny Guitar on IMDB

Carlotta Mercedes McCambridge (16th March 1916 – 2nd March 2004)

Saturday 15 March 2014

The twins

It's a sunny Saturday, and I just got up and dressed and ready to go out into the sunshine.

It is also the birthday today of the - ahem! - hugely talented Sabrina Salerno.

Excuse (if any were needed) for me to play the full uncensored version of Miss Salerno's most famous wardrobe malfunction song - it's Boys Boys Boys!

Norma Sabrina Salerno (born 15th March 1968)

Friday 14 March 2014

Hail to thee, blithe spirit!

Last night we had an enchanting and other-worldy encounter, a spellbinding visitation - and no, not just from the ghosts on the stage, but from the proximity of a true star.

An actress who was Oscar nominated (for Gaslight) in the year World War 2 ended; whose much-lauded star turn in the Broadway musical Mame was in the same year as "Busby's Babes" won the Football World Cup for England; who turned down the lead in The Killing of Sister George and the role of 'Nurse Ratched' in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest; was the first 'Mrs Lovett' in Sweeney Todd; and whose role as 'Jessica Fletcher' in Murder, She Wrote (and her production company that made the show) made her at one point in the 90s the highest-paid person on American television - Dame Angela Lansbury!

The "badge of honour"

Needless to say, we were in awe. The production that lured her back to her native London was, of course, Noel Coward's sublime Blithe Spirit - an almost "Aesop-ian" allegory on the old saying "be careful what you wish for", whereby the supercilious would-be novelist ('Charles Condimine', excellently played by Downton Abbey's Charles Edwards) entices a medium (the Dame as 'Madame Arcati') who everybody considers an eccentric fake to perform a séance, purely for his research purposes. The ruse backfires as - much to the chagrin of his waspish current wife ('Ruth', a superbly 'Coward-esque' Janie Dee), the spiritual forces at work prove to be all too real, as the ghost of his flighty and selfish late first wife ('Elvira' - the joyful Jemima Rooper) materialises to him, and him alone.

This is - as to be expected from any play by 'The Master' - a deliciously pithy entrée to a hilarious farce, as the ghostly (ghastly) brat-wife attempts firstly to drive her living replacement (who gradually through the story reveals herself to be as every bit as coldly manipulative as her invisible foe is impetuous) to utter distraction, then reveals her actual (more sinister) intentions to remove Charles from this mortal coil altogether, in order to brighten up her boredom in the "spectral plane".

As Elvira's behaviour - remember she is visible only to Charles - convinces first Ruth, then their splendidly 'uptight-British' friends 'Doctor Bradman' (played - and it took a while for the penny to drop who he was - by Simon Jones, more famous as 'Arthur Dent' in the original BBCTV Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy) and his wife (Serena Evans) that Charles is going mad; then the ill-fated Ruth realises that Elvira is in fact not a figment of his imagination after all, it's time for Madame Arcati to ride to the rescue.

Dame Angela's performance as the Madame is a tour-de-force of hysterically funny, offbeat eccentricity, and (needless to say, with an audience - including our gang - practically baying for her to appear) lights up the stage in every scene. Her dottiness as she hurls herself into a trance, dancing around the room and gesticulating wildly like some elderly Cyndi Lauper, her insistence on riding her bicycle everywhere even in a thunderstorm ("It's only eight miles!") and her implacable belief in the spirit world and its foibles (despite her apparent amazement when her incantations actually seem to do something) are both endearing and revealing of the fact that even at 88 years old, this is an actress who rises above so many others in her field. I'm not sure whether it was just because we were still in previews, but I sensed at certain points in the production when Miss Dee and others stumbled over their lines that even the cast may be fearful of playing against such a mistress of the stage and screen.

Nevertheless this production is triumphal, a superb revival of a superb story; and we enjoyed it as much for its own sake as for the presence of Angela Lansbury. The whole cast is ideally suited to the "drawing-room-farce-gone-bad" style for which Mr Coward is so lauded - particular mention must go to the "yokel" housemaid Edith (Patsy Ferran), whose comic miming helps the visual comedy of several scenes, and whose character proves in the end to be pivotal to the whole story - and the audience gave all of them, as well as our star, rousing applause.

All together, a most enjoyable and unforgettable (and quite probably unrepeatable, given that the octogenarian Miss Lansbury is not exactly a regular on the West End stage) experience!

"The Lansburys" on tour


Here's the Dame herself talking about the show:

Blithe Spirit is on a strictly limited run with Dame Angela in the title role, and is booking at the Gielgud Theatre until 7th June 2014.

Uh-huh, uh-huh

We assembled en masse (fourteen of us!) and had a grand evening in the company of Dame Angela Lansbury last night (more of that later, no doubt!) - but meanwhile back at the ranch, there's another day to get through before we welcome in the weekend...

To help us get in the party mood, who better than those brassy funksters KC and the Sunshine Band, resplendent in the most lurid non-fireproof synthetic fabrics on the market back in '75, and their uplifting classic That's the Way I Like It?

Thank Disco It's Friday!

KC and the Sunshine Band - still going in 2014!

Thursday 13 March 2014

Still an Angel?

Illuminated in a recent appearance

Cardiff's nightingale Miss Charlotte Church is everywhere in the press lately, or so it seems - she was a high-profile victim of phone hacking, is currently studying for a physics degree apparently, and - oh, yes - she has a new EP coming out called Four.

No indication so far (it's only in preview on iTunes, a service I do not use) if it's anything like this - the very mysterious Water Tower from her last EP (unsurprisingly called Three) that was released in the autumn:

I'm not sure, but I think I preferred her "pop ladette" incarnation:

Read a fab recent interview with the former "Voice of an Angel" in The Stylist magazine.

Charlotte Church official website

Wednesday 12 March 2014

Shake up the picture the lizard mixture

Timeslip moment again - and once more (as will be my wont on regular occasions throughout this year) we return to those heady New Romantic, big-shouldered, big-haired days of 1984 - and to this very week thirty years ago when there was such as thing as "Duran-mania"...

...and when lyrics such as these were perfectly acceptable.

It is, of course, Duran Duran and New Moon On Monday:

Shake up the picture the lizard mixture
With your dance on the eventide
You got me coming up with answers
All of which I deny

I said it again
But could I please rephrase it
Maybe I can catch a ride
I couldn't really put it much plainer
But I'll wait till you decide
Send me your warning siren
As if I could ever hide
Last time La Luna

I light my torch and wave it for the
New moon on Monday
And a fire dance through the night
I stayed the cold day with a lonely satellite
New moon on Monday
And a fire dance through the night
I stayed the cold day with a lonely satellite

Breaking away with the beast of both worlds
A smile that you can't disguise
Every minute I keep finding
Clues that you leave behind
Save me from these reminders
As if I'd forget tonight
This time La Luna

New moon on Monday
And a fire dance through the night
(Fire dance through the night)
I stayed the cold day with a lonely satellite
(I light my torch and wave it for the)
New moon on Monday
And a fire dance through the night
(Fire dance through the night)
I stayed the cold day with a lonely satellite.

I love the 80s!

Duran Duran official website

Tuesday 11 March 2014

So you better sober up for just a second

Almost forgot - let us wish a belated happy 50th birthday (yesterday) to the ever-lovely Miss Neneh Cherry!

Excuse enough (if any were needed) to post this - one of the most beautiful, most haunting, most utterly brilliant songs ever in the the history of popular music (you'd never guess I adore it!).

It's Seven Seconds:

Love, love, love that song.

Blank Project, Neneh Cherry's first studio album for sixteen years, was released on 24th February 2014 - read the review by Alexis Petridis.