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.