How do you take one of my cherished Rn’B songs (concerning fem-masturbation) from the teen years and entirely resurrect the sexy beast?
The Glitch-Hop-Dub-Grime-Timbaland of the United Kingdom, Hud Mo, adds further testament to his future greatness…
Play loud. Retrieve tissue. And Polyfilla (for walls).
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My, has it been almost 7 years already?
Video: Tweet – Oops (Oh My) [Original Version]
This LP is the closest I get to feeling like a total girl (no homo).
I’d been harboring a secret affection for her Neptunes laced lead single ‘I Decided’ for the last 4 months, yet it was approximately 14 seconds into the soulfully cosmic first track that I squinted and thought, “oh shit, she’s actually onto sumthin’ here”.
Then a strange evening it was when I realised Beyonce’s picknie sister had made one of the most accomplished Pop(?) albums I’d heard in a long time. Despite common criticisms of Sol’s non-powerhouse pipe prowess, musically she renders her elder slightly insipid with this statement of stubborn personal growth and deviation from the wishy-washy, spineless contemporary Rn’B genre. Time to abandon unjust comparisons.
And suddenly in front of you all, I’m incapable of denying it even if I come off like a big bitches’s blouse: soaring production value (I’ve been telling people to watch out for producer Jack Splash from Plantlife a while now), sonic fluidity, loveable, catchy, harmonies, diverse pop songwriting and above all else satisfying tunes perfectly crafted for radios and rides through the Riviera- all prominent here when other commercial Black artists severely fail with their hollow sets and Heinz Baked Bean tin sounds. (Don’t worry, we all know the majors are fascists responsible for excessive cloning.)
Sol’s greatest strengths lies in the dispensing with current cliché and her adopting retro aesthetic, romping around the merriest of Motown, the energy of 70s disco, some genuine funk-soul percussion, and even extending all of that to be pacified with cutely cut down-tempo electronica (‘Cosmic Journey’ and ‘The Bird’ are quite extraordinary and on par with many of the Soultronica acts I’ve championed in the past, though minus of course the disturbingly camp trance-techno breakdown that Bilal should never have agreed to be a part of- you’ll understand what I mean when you hear it). Also, ‘Champangechroniknight-Cap’ arguably sounds as if it’s the best song her older sibling never did at the height of Bey’s solo powers during the otherwise solid ‘03 ‘Dangerously In Love’ period; a gentle dig at the label and public expectation maybe.
I may be a murky little man sometimes, but yo son, the sun shining off this disc is irresistible. All I need right now is ribbons. Lots of ribbons. And a health spa visit. And low-calorie fudge.
1. God Given Name
2. T.ON.Y.
3. Dancing In The Dark
4. Would’ve Been The One
5. Sandcastle Disco
6. I Decided (Part I)
7. Valentines Day
8. 6 O’Clock Blues
9. Ode To Marvin
10. I Told You So
11. Cosmic Journey feat. Bilal
12. The Bird
13. I Decided (Part II)
14. Champagnechroniknight-Cap
Video: God Given Name
Fantasticunt LP rating:
[If this artist/group deserves your money, click this to buy CD]
10 day absence, 10 posts to compensate (see gradually above)… I stay loyal to the cause.
Let us re-commence with a considerably large choon on the catch-up:
Plump, punchy drum loops, piercing go-go brass-band chops & it switches to a mean arse buzz on the hook. Rochelle doesn’t demonstrate anything Amerie hadn’t already 3 years ago, but on production value alone I’ll declare this is enormous.
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Commercial R n’ B sonics- for people who aren’t idiots. More please, Industry.
When did Ciara become the black Kate Bush?
How could I front on such a wildly aggressive, filthy-bass, banger? It (secretly) excites me to the same degree ‘Oh’ did when one was cavorting in the clubs and frolicking with those large rumps. Luda is a microphone barbarian, and I await the day he’s bestowed with the acclaim he’s rightfully earned over the last 8 years.
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As for this lewd image above that mildly soils the civilized ethos of my site- do you see what you miss out on when you fail to purchase physical compact discs? Observe Ciara’s rather tremendous buttocks being (un)fortunately groped by 50 Cent for the ‘Curtis’ sleeve artwork. Yes. A call to all my brothers in arms, both Little Bow Wow and Fiddy have embraced Ciara’s love-chariot…
There is no justice.
This track leaked a month back. The choral Dirty South vibe it brims with is immense. Weather you reside ‘pon park bench or inside the confines of a box room at your Mother’s bungalow… bump and dream.
Despite Ciara being featured in the ‘Curtis’ sleeve-art in certain pictures, that above is not Ciara’s arse. Thank you to the Ciara YouTube Fan-Club (in the comments section) for protecting the citizens of the internet from becoming severely infected with grim misconceptions about their Queen. We’re safe again.
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