Jane Jensen
Burner (Sonic Cheeka)
by Jamie Kiffel
With the hushed commands “relax..” and “come here….”, powder-voiced axegirl Jane Jensen rocks hard, a fetishy little doll whispering deliciously over grinding chords. With lines like “It doesn’t have to burn/it doesn’t have to sting/it doesn’t have to mean a thing,” it’s hard not to picture Jensen’s anime-pixie diamond chin grinning over sinner boys in chains. On the other side of the equation, she unnecessarily hypes up the Stones’ “Miss You,” but deserves points for gender-bending hard enough to raise erotic thoughts of a young Mick Jagger.
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