Word: lilt
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...racks. Nineteen-year-old Esthero, singer of a Toronto trip-hop duo that bears her name, is the newest member of the school of so-called blue-groove vocalists (it includes Skye Edwards of Morcheeba and Tracey Thorn of Everything but the Girl), who use the delivery and seductive lilt of jazz to bring warmth to chilly avant-garde pop. Esthero's debut with her co-writer and producer, Doc (Martin McKinney), weaves hip-hop, drum and bass, funk and ska into tunes full of emotional intensity. Doc controls this array as a pointillist might, coloring each song with...
...tragic laments, "I was meant for you, and you were meant for me," it is refreshing to hear her in a more assertive role, moving away from broken hearts and deluded expectations. In fact, Jewel seems to enjoy it, and at times, sings with an even teasing lilt...
When a cherished ballerina leaves the stage, it's a poignant, deeply emotional moment. During Merrill's final performance, the lilt and tilt of her leaps, her supercharged energy and attack revealed the athleticism, the Americanness that has typified her dancing. She first captured master choreographer George Balanchine's interest because she could do almost anything he asked, and, of course, he asked the impossible. Merrill worked long and hard to become so perfect. I remember watching her at the School of American Ballet when she was still a child, and she delighted me with her pure, lovely line...
...mantra of the album is the refrain of its second track, "Good Life," where the women incant in a breezy calypso lilt, "I'm livin' a good life, no more trouble in sight." Beginning with their Calvin Coolidge duds on the CD cover, the ladies propound a hip-hop-capitalist work ethic throughout Brand New. Sure they are "Livin' good, like a Nubian Queen should," but only because, as honorary member Spinderella puts it later in the track, "I busted my ass to get to the cream...
...ness had brought to me over that short afternoon, ephemeral as they may have been, had been a soothing balm for my raw and irritated nerves. To be able to select a room in which to recline while listening to the cheep of birds carried with it the lovely lilt of liberation...