10 years ago, I was listening to the local “hard rock” radio station constantly. It was playing in my office and in my car. I didn’t like female vocalists, and the angrier the better.
If you had told me that within five years I would stop listening to that station I would have laughed. But I did. I couldn’t stand the repetitive nature of the playlists, and I grew weary of the completely sensless banter that spewed forth every five minutes after a song or two.
So I moved my dial to the furthest left on the dial where the local university radio station lived.
And if I hadn’t done that, I wouldn’t have heard of nor appreciated the female vocalist that fronts a hip hop group like Beast. Here’s their MySpace link. Her voice is like a cool glass of chocolate milk or plush velvet; deep and rich. I can’t tell you how much I adore her vocals, and the mix is fantastic. If you’re not intrigued by my little paragraph of praise, just let me tell you that the female vocalist was a vocalist on Les Triplettes de Belleville. Enough said.
