Two kings of the indie dancefloor unite for a warm, timeless take on 20th century pop and rock
Houston, Whitney : My love is your love
Though this is both soft, and very, very long, it is, to be fair, on the strong side, too.
d ue to the 'soulful' nature of what she's communicating,
Lauryn Hill takes five times longer than she really needs to express herself. It's embarrassing for the poor kid. No-one lets
order in restaurants any more. She can't go to the football.
Whitney doesn't seem to mind. She's got in Wyclef
to write this fairly nice soppiness, in which she envisages what
would say if anyone asked her what she did in World War III (this
"saw the destruction", incidentally, rather than "went shopping in Neutral Territory"), and it takes her quite a while to sing it. Now Wyclef's had a go at her, Whitney singing 'Orgasm Addict' would last longer the Oberammergau Passion Play, but though this is both soft, and very, very long, it is, to be fair, on the strong side, too.
This unruly second album delivers a sucker punch to anyone who had the Kent duo down as a novelty act
Justin Vernon’s third Bon Iver album is a weird and wonderful thing
With their bigger and better second album, London-based indie/dance band Boxed In have earned their breakout moment
Islamic mythology meets the horror of war in this claustrophobic, low-budget spine-tingler