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It is morning, and 21-year-old Elly Jackson - or La Roux, arguably the biggest new pop star of the year - is on the Eurostar to Belgium, where she is heading to appear on a TV show. She is grateful for the coffee her press officer has bought her, but wonders if anything stronger is available. “Have you got my gak as well?” she laughs.
The hit singles and No 1 album have, evidently, not made her clam up for fear of adverse publicity. Within minutes of our meeting, she has dismissed Take That as “gaylords” and compared today’s chart acts unfavourably with their 80s forebears.
“George Michael wrote Careless Whisper when he was 17,” she says. “I didn’t see Tinchy Stryder writing a song like that when he was 17, but he still gets the same praise.” She blames a culture that shuns criticism for the drop in standards. “It’s the media,” she says. “Everything is ‘amazing, brilliant’.” Radio DJs, she contends, are “not allowed to slag anything off”, and any negative opinions are kept private.
She says she doesn’t want to “start a hate war” with anyone, but she does wish she could be more truthful about other artists. “I can’t possibly like everything - how ridiculous is that?” she says, reasonably enough. But still people recoil when she speaks her mind. “They’re like, ‘Really, Lady Gaga’s not your thing?’ Have you listened to my album? Of course it’s not my thing!”
She’s aware that honesty comes at a price. “One woman thought I was being anti-feminist because I said I preferred girls with keyboards to girls with guitars,” she says. “So she messaged me on MySpace to tell me she wasn’t going to play my record any more even though it was her favourite. That’s so dumb.”
Aware that her outspokenness is proving increasingly polarising, Jackson draws a distinction between the artist and their art. “I’m still going to listen to Gary Glitter’s records even though he’s a kiddie-fiddler,” she says. “Don’t let his problems ruin your life. You’re not buying their personality, you’re buying their music. Of course it’s never nice when you’re into an artist and you discover they’re horrible, and, yes, it would be disappointing if I suddenly found out that Annie Lennox was racist. But you’d still love the music. It wouldn’t matter what I heard about Michael Jackson or Prince - you can’t just stop liking a song.”