A rather lovely record from the word go this one. The new album from New York City singer Emily King entitled Scenery. It's altogether beautiful pop confectionery, light as a feather and equally quick on its feet.
The influence of Prince is here in spades but there's nothing wrong with that. At least not for the most part. That man left myriad trails to explore behind him. After Janelle Monae did something not dissimilar, (triumphantly), last year with Dirty Computer, my record of 2018, King takes her lead from the small man but this time predominantly from him at his gentlest.
Not generally an overtly sexual record as both Monae and Prince's so often are, Scenery is for the most part generally of an altogether more delicate and romantic hue. Nervertheless, or perhaps as a direct response to this approach, I fell hard for it on my first introduction to it yesterday. There are some fabulous songs here and it all knits together quite seamlessly.
If you have to dock her points occasionally for occasional gross larceny from the small purple one, for the most part King performs her pirouettes and double salkos with admirable grace and fluidity. The record of the first quarter in this particular category on It Starts With a Birthstone.
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