Unabashed, bold and brazen, this sophomore follow up confidently struts its thematic concept directly into the spotlight. Where The Archandroid maneuvered its robotic humanoid inspirations with intrigue, The Electric Lady hits these beats on the nose with no subtleties. Key protagonist and android messiah, Cindi Mayweather is thrust against fear and ignorance. Crudely deployed with overt interludes between songs, a radio show host reigns in calls of colorful bigoted callers, reputing their hateful views revealed. An obvious metaphor for various phobias that grip people in current times.
Contrasting this illumination of social ills, most these songs are positive, uplifting, striding with themes of empowerment and strength. Its title track plays like an homage to the powerhouse anthems of Soul and Disco crossovers from the 70s and 80s. Unsurprisingly, this era is where much the records stylistic draw comes. On this track however, its self assured execution and expressions of female empowerment fall flat against a perfected checklist of tropes, notes and beats to hit in emulating this style.
Originality and inspiration is in question. The albums second phase hits an thematic echo with Ghetto Woman. I prefer this one, however its instrumental is clearly lifted from Stevie Wonder's blueprint of vibrant expressions. Although only palpable on occasion, much of the record drifts by without that keen infectious spark of its predecessor. Its historic sentimentality left exposed in the shadow, an awkward underwhelming stretch of luscious, warm, soft to touch music that rarely peaks.
One track hit a groove. Dance Apocalyptic swiftly picks up pace, deploying a chirpy percussive jive to wiggle with. Instrumentally soft all over, a youthful love of live emanates through its lively assemble of carefully performance instruments. Even turntable scratches can be heard in the mix. Janelle's jovial chorus and cheeky hooks are a delight, "shellang-alang-alang". One to get stuck in the ear, among a lengthy stretch of songs lacking the depth and charm seemingly lost from that last triumph.
Rating: 6/10