As a contemporary dancer, I figured I'd have to be up on my vocabulary (contemporary dancers know what I'm talking about), so I checked it out. I've also been reading a few reviews, the first of which was rather scathing & set the tone for the rest of them. I believe this was an unfortunate endeavor on the part of the critics as it's hard to evaluate her work on the day that it was released. Immy's one of those artists that, a year after you've started listening, you're walking down the street with your iPod & say "Oh that's what this song's about." & then you keep walking & realize that you were probably wrong & don't think of another coherent yet equally wrong theme for a few months.
I'm sad to say that I was non-plussed by the album for a long time. I've since gone back & listened to some of it again & found that it hadn't gotten any better. While listening I got the uneasy feeling that she was somehow trying to mimic herself... breaking down & rebuilding what she'd made in albums prior. (She's also completely abandoned the "1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2" time signature that gave so much of her music such momentum & tension.)
That was until I got to the last 3 tracks where she started taking off my clothing & rolling me into a little ball. Raw g l i t t e r. I'd say more about about it, but see for yourself. (Ahahahah--her fans will get it.)
^^^ Democracy ^^^
Judging by the play-counts about 3,000 (& climbing) people stopped before they got there. Their loss. There are always a few gems in the back corner of the room, just have to have the patience to get there. But give the whole thing a listen... you won't be mad. Bismi-mohi r-rahmani r-rahimi. [MdG]
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