Posts tagged as "soul"
  • Jungle – Busy Earnin’

    London duo Jungle are back, and their newest track is their best yet: a boisterous foot-stomper with the usual ’70s soul flecks boosted by a firm dose of disco.  (Previous)

  • Kwabs – Wrong Or Right EP

    There’s a few new soul-or-similar male singers emerging on the London scene, right now, all with voices to die for and sincere expressions.  The voice I’d, er, die the most for though would be Camberwell-hailing Kwabs‘ one; and I can also testify, having watched a set at 2013′s In The Woods, that he scores very highly on the sincerometer.  I actually thought that ITW gig was a bit one-trick – phenomenal pipes, yet each song quite similar to the last – but on debut EP Wrong Or Right, there’s plenty of variety on offer.  Possibly that’s due to Sohn getting involved in production duties.

  • Andrew Ashong

    Andrew Ashong is a new, gorgeous, purr-fect male soul voice.  You could file him under Michael Kiwanuka and Benjamin Clementine, but this is softer, more subtle stuff – think Shuggie Otis,perhaps, or even Al Green at his whisperiest.  British-Ghanaian, Ashong’s vocals first surfaced last year on Flowers, a club hit by Theo Parrish.  And his EP, Special, is out now on Which Way.

  • Sasha Keable – Careless Over You

    Time for some fridge-chilled r’n'b from new face Sasha Keable.  Who, despite not beginning her 20s, possesses a super-smooth timbre – or, as Dazed sweetly puts it, a vocal that “morphs from a fluttery trill to speak-singing that’s twisted and rewound.”  Debut single Careless Over You hails from the Black Book EP which, typically in these happy musical times, is available as a free download.

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  • Joanne Robertson – X / Can I Get Down

    by amanda elledge

    In the second half of Geoff Dyer’s Jeff in Venice, Death in Varanasi, the journalist unintentionally stays in Varanasi indefinitely.  Gradually, he becomes a typical resident of the Indian city: wearing a dhoti, consulting holy men, chatting to monkeys, even swimming in the famously dirty Ganges.  Things that seemed to him strange and mystical at first become mundane, regular.  That gradual, near-imperceptible adoption of exotica mirrors my consumption of the music of Dean Blunt: nowadays, I just expect his songs to be idiosyncratic and off-script, am not the least bit surprised when they are.  The new one on his Soundcloud, by his cohort Joanne Robertson, fits this bill perfectly.  Even the name’s up in the air: it was initially called Can I Get Down but now seems to be plainly, simply called X.