(Eko Records/Polydor)After seven years of dance-pop cemented her status as a singles artist, Hill’s disposable debut album leaves you wondering why she bothered to make one
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In a recent Guardian article that touched on the role of albums in the streaming era, the former head of Virgin EMI described them as an “artist appeasement tool”. It’s a crude way to look at the artform, but in the case of Becky Hill it might be apt. Hill has four Top 10 hits, has released 26 singles in seven years and last year was the second most listened to
British female artist on Spotify in the
UK, yet she’s only just releasing her debut album. At this stage, why bother?