February 18, 2004  
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Enrique isn’t in love, but Alanis is

the single guy
by brian wong

Enrique Iglesias ft. Kelis:
“Not in Love”

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Jennifer Love Hewitt, Anna Kournikova, that chick from The O.C. — as Enrique video girls, all they had to do was shut up, look pretty and let the “Latin lover” stalk them for four minutes of pure music video hell. But now Enrique has met his match — a woman with a voice! It’s Ms. Milkshake herself, and Kelis’ dark and smoky voice teasingly asks Enrique, “Do you want to ride with me?” before making it clear: “But you can’t spend the night with me.” The flamenco-tinged romp references 10cc’s muted classic “I’m Not in Love,” and I love it. But maybe it’s just a phase I’m going through.

Kanye West:
“Through the fire”

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Best known for his production work for Jay-Z and recent hits from Ludacris and Alicia Keys, Kanye West’s first single from his own debut, The College Dropout, is a smoldering jam that samples Chaka Khan’s “Through the Fire” as the motif for the story of his own trials. The track, written while West was recovering from a near-fatal car accident, is an optimistic mix of soulful keyboards, handclaps and bongos, as he rhymes reflectively on the incident: “Unbreakable, what you thought they called me Mr. Glass?/Look back on my life like the ghost of Christmas past.” Some of the most soulful hip-hop in a while.

Nelly Furtado:
“Try”

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The plaintive new single from Furtado’s Folklore disc is the kind of slow-building, emotional scarfest that makes people in broken relationships wander into hotel rooms, swallow a bottle of Tylenol and drink a lot. At times, Furtado’s nasally voice alone will have that effect, but when you combine sombre acoustic guitar with sparse keyboards, then climax with warped record-scratching to show how messed-up the relationship is that Furtado is singing about, the result is both mesmerizing and devastating.

Alanis Morissette:
“Everything”

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Wading through Alanis Morissette’s first single from her upcoming So-Called Chaos disc is tedious. It’s part soul-searching lament, part love song where she reflects on her gorgeousness and passive-aggressive behaviour, while her lover remains with her through it all: “You see everything/You see every part/You see all my light/And you love my dark.” Oh, puke. Where is the edgy Morissette we once loved? This middle-of-the-road, thank-you-for-your-love crap is the stuff that Faith Hill and Tim McGraw probably sing to each other every night before they dust off each other’s trophies.

 

 

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