Remember when you first heard "Roxanne"? I do. I was a child in a record store without a clue about the song's theme. Not sure I could've identified reggae, let alone purloined reggae. But I well recall my impression.
Contemporary soul singers usually don't fare too much better than hip hop artists when it comes to creative freedom, but Michael Kiwanuka seems to have made the album he wanted to make, except that no one's really talking about it.
It stood there under his nose like some beautiful piece of art -- just asking to be talked about, critiqued and dissected. It curled a bit, was well-groomed, and stood out on an already distinguishable face.