Album: Joss Stone, LP1 (Stoned / Surfdog)

Sunday 24 July 2011 00:00 BST

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Producer Dave Stewart clearly feels that the best way for the celebrated melon-expeller to get that melon out is to emulate Betty Davis in 1974: make with the histrionic rock-funk-lite, all popping drums, strangulated guitars and anguished sass.

Plus a few bluesy/balladic ones for a change of vibe. The writing is generic, the studio-craft impressive. Enjoyment will depend on how you get on with the voice and its hooting cannonade of mannerisms.

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Album: Joss Stone, LP1 (Stoned / Surfdog)

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