The jet black cover to this jazzy, funky, poppy cool breeze of snappy vocal magic is 100% opposite the brightness the disc imparts. Someone needed to get their PR hat on a lot more firmly before final decisions were made in this one regard. I mean, it looks great but not for this music. Way too suggestive of funereal airs. Conchita Campos comes to us with a high register songbird voice that smoothly lilts from measure to measure and verse to verse. A slick and versatile four-piece band (a group called The Park) backs her in brisk nightclubby refrains, Simply Red-ish one song, West Coast cool (Changes) the next, embroidering Campos' knowing style with neon lights, rain slick streets, then sun and fresh winds refreshing everything.
For a first full-length CD, there's a ton and a half of confident, hip, and savvy music here, far more than one would have a right to expect. Essences of Rickie Lee Jones, Minnie Riperton, Norah Jones, some Randy Crawford, and echoes of Laura Nyro make their way into the mix, projecting a mature result far exceeding Campos' youth. She wrote and composed everything, so we're not talking just a great voice, especially for radio or jazz clubs, but a very good writer in all respects. Though there exists quite a decent infusion of smoke and languid laybacks, Conchita is the flip side of Sade, more upbeat and lively where Ms. Adu prefers the vamp role. Not a cut in No One Really Knows is less than radio and chart ready, and all these The Wave stations had better pay quick attention 'cause this is just what the doctor ordered, a remedy to the lull lately afflicting airwaves.
The Park proves to be completely sympathetic to Campos' moods, indeed they appear to be lifelong partners rather than studio pick-ups, hip as hell, as energetic and smooth as she. The entire package, then (and I'll even belatedly include the packaging only after the listener gets jazzed to the groove), becomes irresistible. Double that up with some of the smokingly centered breaks, as in Lately, and then her own dubbed interweaving backing vocals, and there's little more one can ask for.
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