What separates
Ari Lennox from the bevy of modern female R&B singers is largely that her voice, which she's previously
described as "imperfect," doesn't sacrifice sharpness to produce soul. There's raw, lusty power hiding within, which makes her odes to the different faces of romance feel more urban and realer than several of her peers. Her debut studio album,
Shea Butter Baby, works because of its blue-faced soul, its tender embrace, and its rougher edge. And one of its highlights is album opener, "Chicago Boy."
Confidence is sexy. Here, because the song starts, a long, confident trumpet recedes for a smooth, Don Cornelius level of soul to wash over. Lennox finds the source – a male in a CVS whose essence she downs like moonshine. Lust in her eyes, she sings with urgency, desperate to create plans with him. Because the tension heats up, the trumpet returns. However it's not actually an instrument: It's her voice. It cuts by way of the soft soul and turns the plea into a urgent request. Under the night sky, "Chicago Boy" hangs like fresh a fresh evening haze, a reminder of vivid attraction and starved lust. It's steamy. It's sexy. Also it sounds proper. —
Trey Alston