"I've acquired a taste for silence," runs " Night Air", still Woon's finest three minutes. Woon has also absorbed the lessons of the xx, and has written a great deal of space and claustrophobia into his dozen album tracks. Burial's dubstep remix of Woon's debut single, " Wayfaring Stranger" – a cover of an old American spiritual – made that thoroughly haunting record even more of an event. A few years ago, he fell into the orbit of Mercury contender Burial. "I can't get enough of your love," Woon purrs smoothly, sweeping up a listenership who find his fellow-traveller James Blake too austere.īut Woon isn't just another wipe-clean R&B loverboy. If it didn't start with the sound of a carbonated drink being poured into a glass, or bump along on little shards of digital ice, "Middle" could be a perfectly middling soul-pop hit. His voice is soulful there's Youtube footage of Woon in years past, playing guitar quite conventionally. His mother was a session singer Woon went to the Brit school.
Heard from one angle, Woon is the sort of singer-songwriter that record companies love to turn into James Morrison. But slipping and sliding between people's expectations can make for some intriguing music, not least this debut by 28-year-old Londoner Jamie Woon. F alling between two stools doesn't sound like a graceful pursuit, especially for a debutant.
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