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<text id=93TT1859>
<title>
June 07, 1993: Reviews:Music
</title>
<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
Jun. 07, 1993 The Incredible Shrinking President
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
REVIEWS, Page 68
Music
Souls on Ice
</hdr>
<body>
<p>By JAY COCKS
</p>
<qt>
<l>PERFORMER: Janet Jackson</l>
<l>ALBUM: Janet.</l>
<l>LABEL: Virgin</l>
<l>PERFORMER: Terence Trent D'Arby</l>
<l>ALBUM: Symphony Or Damn</l>
<l>LABEL: Columbia</l>
</qt>
<p> THE BOTTOM LINE: Two careers in the balance--one flourishing,
the other floundering--look to cut loose.
</p>
<p> It was a time of great music, classic music--definitive American
popular music--but one notable writer didn't think so. Ring
Lardner, the humorist of humble wonders and the ironist of old-time
virtues, was driven to rages of wit over the suggestive excesses
of Tin Pan Alley and the Broadway stage. Cole Porter's gymnastics
in verse drove Lardner to postulate any number of revisions
that reflected his disgust without diminishing his vitriol ("Night
and day, under the bark of me/ There's an Oh, such a mob of
microbes making a park of me"). Temperance of any kind was not
a Lardner trademark.
</p>
<p> In this, at any rate, he has something in common with the two
singer-writers represented here. Since humor on these two albums
is in short supply, it is interesting to speculate on what Lardner
might have made of Terence Trent D'Arby's "T.I.T.S."/"F&J,"
an exceedingly unlikely--beautifully unlikely--evocation
of the Frankie and Johnny legend. Or what he would have done
with Janet Jackson's Throb ("I can feel your body/ pressed against
my body/ when you start to poundin'/ love to feel you throbbin'/
throb/ throb/ throb"). Or what it might have done to him. Cole
Porter might even have got a formal apology.
</p>
<p> The album janet. comes on strong from its first full song, That's
the Way Love Goes, a silken seduction ballad that purrs and
pounces. When the singer wants to talk back at a lover who's
been "runnin' 'round with those nasty hoes," she has to cut
her way through a lush sonic rain forest. As if she were afraid
of getting lost in the jungle depths, Jackson enlisted the aid
of opera soprano Kathleen Battle, whose soaring obbligato she
chases through the song like a kid following a bread-crumb trail
out of a fairy-tale forest.
</p>
<p> For all its sass, there is something a little too careful about
this album: the rhythms are too studied and studio bound, the
sexiness slightly forced. It's as if Jackson, aware that this
was her premier effort under a new, $40 million record deal,
felt weighed down by the burden of proving herself. When, however,
she kicks loose on What'll I Do, a nifty, '60s-style soul stirrer,
it's clear that Jackson's got nothing to prove to anyone, including
herself. She does her best by just letting the pressure out
and having what this record often promises but only sporadically
delivers: a good sexy time.
</p>
<p> D'Arby, no stranger to great expectations, carries the burden
more lightly on his glorious Symphony or Damn, perhaps because
he had already fallen such a far distance. His 1987 Introducing
the Hardline According to Terence Trent D'Arby demonstrated
a surging talent. You could hear Marvin Gaye and Sam Cooke in
his voice, the Beatles and Jimi Hendrix in his songs. D'Arby
quickly got sidetracked from his talent and ensnared in hype,
and his second album, full of the kind of brashness that comes
from uncertainty, stiffed badly. Symphony or Damn was his last
big chance.
</p>
<p> This time he simplified, honing his songs to a fine hard edge,
giving play to a restless romanticism that he keeps firmly tethered
to the true ways of the heart. Let Her Down Easy, for example,
examines both the passions of love and their consequences. The
music is a rich tapestry of classic soul influences, fresh rock
and forward-looking studio sound. Its sexuality is truly sensual,
and the entire record is filled with something not even the
best recording studio can capture: the sound of new possibility.
</p>
</body>
</article>
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