
When asking what to review next, April expressed displeasure at my lack of "chicks" (her words, ladies) in my posts. I dig chicks; I really do. Predominately, they possess inordinately superior vocal abilities over their lesser halves.
Ella.
Janis.
Fiona. Sadly, for brilliant
technical vocalists, such as
Mariah Carey or
Whitney Houston, they've trapped themselves in an unfortunate pop format wherein the melody, lyrics and particularly that shitty studio accompaniment don't exactly inspire the kind of performances you would expect from them. Now, the Wilson sisters -- they hold a very special place in my heart (no pun intended) simply because they'll bake you a fucking cake and let you eat it with your hands. They've got a great set pipes and
Nancy can shred without abandon, on acoustic or electric. Ok, they obviously like
Zep, but that's not too bad because they sing too well to imitate
Plant's verbal gyrations and drooling moans.
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