London Shepherd's Bush Empire
The climax is even more ignominious, as [B]Angie[/B] decides tonight won't be complete unless we meet her three-year-old son...
Angie Stone has previously made music with D'Angelo (as well making one of her two children with him), and indeed, she often seems like his female counterpart. She moves in an orbit where the mysterious, the richly textured and the honey-smooth rule. Spirituality? You bet, more of it than a whole week in mass as she brings on unashamedly gentle songs like 'Life Story' and her admirably erratic studio collusion with D'Angelo himself, 'Everyday'.
So hers is truly an undefiled, halcyon-era soul thing, and thus, in many respects, truly an old thing. With young guns like Kelis screaming, hollering and making Technicolor waves, Angie, who's been plugging away in this business since starting out with Sugarhill-signed female rap outfit The Sequence, can't help but seem a vintage offering. It's no wonder she sounds so at ease covering Marvin Gaye's rapturously sublime 'Trouble Man', or why her version of Joyce Sims' shiver-inducing 'Come Into My Life' rolls out so perfectly.
Perhaps age is also to blame for onstage behaviour that really should have been put out to graze by now. The protracted introduction to all eight members of her band we can just about cope with, but when we get a crushingly naff guitar solo from someone who's a dead ringer for Gianluca Vialli, really, we're on the verge of wedging fag ends in our ears.
The climax is even more ignominious, as Angie decides tonight won't be complete unless we meet her three-year-old son. Consequently, he's wheeled out to mumble unenthusiastically through a rap which, no surprise, doesn't ideally match the soul gravitas displayed earlier.
Meaning Angie's shakers weren't quite as loaded as they had at first seemed.
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