Since Lauryn Hill no longer so confident migrated through the musical styles. Effortlessly connects Sechtziger-soul and jazz with modern hip-hop attitude. But probably no one would talk about the music, when the sensational voice would not. With a black timbre that would recognize out of thousands, a languid phrasing and the right amount of Verbrauchtheit she gives the songs depth, without the usual in the States "Over Singing".
You hear "You Sent Me Flying", the ultra casual Beat reinfährt for more than two minutes, or the casual "October Song" in the chorus congenial "Lullaby Of Birdland" incorporated. But even in the ballads she convinced. "There Is No Greater Love" creates with flutes and the chirping of crickets an intimacy that is reminiscent of Stevie Wonder, and "Take The Box" seduces with its blessed organ and the elegant chorus. Here she shows how to slow songs without lard and pathos presented.
The case is not every song is cooked exactly to the point, for example, the bit to simple "Fuck Me Pumps" is, forgive the firstfruits - alone the audacity to break out of radio-friendly schemes, deserves respect. Supported the music of the raw production that gives the album the freshness of a live album.
Once again solidifies the impression as if the most innovative impulses at present from England, moment during the US in an endless loop of teenage punk rock and R & B stuck-canning.
This keeps the high level after this debut the successor "Back To Black" is not quite forgiven her. Then she breaks down precisely with the next album the ceiling ...
