Luscious Jackson

Electric Honey (Capitol)
by Jamie Kiffel

It’s rare that a band matures to the point where it knows what it’s doing… and then does it well. That rarity is reality on Electric Honey, where the women of Luscious Jackson are comfortable enough in their funky, city-voiced altos to slide smooth and warm as viscous smiles down a chewing gum-funky sidewalk. This is swing-yer-booty on the dancefloor music, like Sporty Spice if she were a street-trained karate blackbelt who blasted into puberty in underground Leicester Square danceclubs.

With easy rap and comfortably sweatable shouts, we can grin at a “nervous breakthrough” (thank God some women are loud about living through wrecked romance) – dig digital alien noises and strong, sexy voices that assert – not blushingly flirt and swear like rebellious sailors-wives. Hell, these are the sailors. I’m hooked; haul me aboard.