gonna get it

Only one lady could get Snoop rhyming reverently about “making love”: the forthcoming Angie Stone long-player is fucking phenomenal, even WITH Floetry. I must hoard elaboration for my official review, but holy crap… you know how Mahogany Soul had the cheesy lyrical moments you forgave because she’s so Angie Stone (i.e. “Bottles & Cans”)? Here, there are none, just like 97 solid R&B bangers. AND a Betty Wright cameo!
I’ve been stewing on this one for awhile, but the last paragraph of this review sparked motion. CoCoRosie are two pretentious white NYC/Fraunch fakesters, regularly described as “delicate” and touted as genre-crossing innovators for their four-tracky pairing of rubby field recordings (rain, popcorn, original!), beats taped with grit, and most of all an affected zigzag of vocal layering, often sung in a victrola-taunting style of warblier Ella Fitzgerald. This would simply annoy, if it weren’t for their song “Jesus Hearts Me”—a kind-of plantation spiritual, complete with N word. Passed off by many as “theatrical” (you mean, like Al Jolson?), there is something innately evil about this song… another review called them “ironic” and if so, their next album better come with fifteen pages of liner notes explaining their wherefores, ’cause right now, the only thing they’re challenging is me not to ream them a l’oignon nouveau.
By the way, it is my birthday. I’m finally 19!!!