'Black Lipstick' may be more unexpected, but the by turns sensuous and haunting ballads and are similarly accomplished and seductive. On the devotional, a syncopated kickdrum groove gathers percussive snare rolls around it like fairy floss, until the song's percussive density becomes unbearable (echoing Dawn's romantic absolutism: 'If he was religion, I'd be the faith,' she declares, sounding like she's watching her lover's execution), while on a seductive tabla-sampling house groove becomes submerged like a fossilized imprint under successive layers of pummeling drums. This approach matches her vocals, building into complex tapestries of interwoven harmonies, while the songs plummet toward a melodramatic core of regret, of abandon, of anger- the tenor of the emotions may change, but the intensity is a constant. Even, the EP's one concession to contemporary R&B mores, is a masterpiece of build, spiraling ever upward toward an anthemic, explosive release.
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