**1/2 k.d. lang
Too proud to employ musical catch-phrases and too self-absorbed to speed
up the beats, lang wants to sweet-talk her way through 10 nights of
love, on her own terms - painful or hungry or terrified. Sometimes it
works. The acquisitive glee of her monologue sweetens every undertone
of "If I Were You," and in "Acquiesce," the stormy languor of her alto
captures both her sense of conscience and the shameless fury of the
music. In "Infinite and Unforeseen" and "I Want It All," her voice
rises and dives like a ballet dancer's swoops. In "Sexuality," she both
argues with herself and flirts with the music, halfway between
satisfaction and misgivings delivered in a dark gray voice full of
overdramatized foreboding (one thinks of
Marianne Faithfull). The rest
of lang's attempts to communicate the dry feeling in romantic
loneliness don't quite succeed. Unresolved melodies, metallic
arrangements, too many mid tempos, and too much reliance by lang
herself on the same slow sigh paint her ornamented intimacies into a
corner of mere affectation.- Michael Freedberg
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