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25 Jun

Posted at 15:05h in Reviews
Despite how effortless and intrepid a musician at their best might be on a stage, don’t you sometimes just get the impression that they’re not quite being themselves? The short answer is yes, obviously - that is [for most] what makes a live performance worth watching. A parallel opposite, when it comes to Meshell Ndegeocello and her expansive show last Monday night at London’s Jazz Café not only did the pianist, bass player and singer seem almost too herself, it was as if the veil which usually exists between artist and general human being had been burnt like an effigy at a fundamentalist demonstration and tossed in the corner.