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What the press is saying about Meshell Ndegeocello's 7th musical wonder
“the mellifluous-voiced bassist coasts from punk rock to orchestral ballads to seductive grooves. Grade A.” “…like the soundtrack to a dream, a poem with a punk aesthetic, coated with thick as honey sensuality and dripping with religious, social and political imagery. She harnesses her magic like a master, gently coaxing the listener to trip out as she pulls you deeper inside her mind…honest, raw and vulnerable” “3.5 out of 4 stars.” “funk is only one component of her music, which can be as transparent as fingerpicked guitars and voice, as aggressive as power-chorded rock, as spacious as reggae and as cerebral as jazz tunes moving in odd time signatures…For all its complexities, Ms. Ndegeocello’s music sounds as if it springs directly from a mind that’s restlessly curious about ideas, people, interactions and possibilities, and is passionate about all of them.” “[Meshell] channels the frenzy of early-’80s punk and No Wave, sounding as if she’d conceived its music after long sessions at the Knitting Factory, Tonic, or CBGB. Her once groove-laden bass playing often disappears in favor of jackhammer ferocity, and she complements her newfound rawness with turbulent drums, thrashing guitars, and helter-skelter electronics….Ndegeocello has ditched trying to break into the mainstream R&B scene. With this disc, she pretty much flips it the middle finger.” “Ndegeocello’s no r&b diva. Rather, she’s a punk-jazz musician with natural soul and a visionary songwriter on a spiritual quest…Grade: A” – Christopher John Treacy, Boston Herald “The name of singer-bassist Meshell Ndegeocello's latest is a provocative title for an album that's nearly inscrutable. It's untamed, topsy-turvy, elliptical - and one of the most exciting albums I've heard all year.” “…there's a caramel center to this rock-hard bittersweet shell, and that oozing liquid core is chock-full of moist, slinky funk and dark dub balladry that allows Ndegeocello, the singer, to do what she does best: babble, rant, chatter and croon, in a low, gorgeous, whispery voice, lyrics that dare to be contagious before drifting dolefully into the ether. Few artists are Ndegeocello; precious few.” • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • |
“(Meshell Ndegeocello) has outdone herself with ‘The World Has Made Me The Man Of My Dreams,’ breaking every pop genre rule in sight”