Voodoo by D'Angelo: Album Review

 

Voodoo by D'Angelo (2000)

Rating: 10/10

Look, I’m going to be honest, my album reviews are not going to be long ones. When it comes to things that make me feel good, I’m not good with my words. Yes, I know I’m technically a writer…leave me alone, bro. Plus, I’m sure I’ll get better. Anyway, let’s talk about Voodoo by D’Angelo (2000). 

First of all, I hope I’m making sense when I say this; this album made me feel like I was fucking floating. I’m talking as high as the fucking sky. The vocals he had, the sounds/instruments he picked, it felt like everything was reeling me in…like a damn siren. Honestly, if D’Angelo were a siren, I would probably be dead, like I’m being so for real. Also, this could be me, but you can almost tell he was raised in the church from the way he sings. I can’t really give evidence on this claim, but former gospel singers have a certain sound in their singing styles. It’s like the way you can tell Durand Bernarr and Doechii were raised in the church (I’m sure there are more artists, but they aren’t at the top of my head right now). There’s a type of soul intertwined in the music they make, and I love it. Although I’m not religious, I can still appreciate the essence of soul music. I’m not about to miss out on some good shit; I am not stupid! LMAO

Anyway, I guess I interpret music differently because I don’t think I’ve ever cried during a song. Not because I think it’s corny, but because I never heard something that brought tears to my eyes…until today. I have to be honest, during the middle of this album? I felt my eyes get a little watery. Not because I was sad, absolutely not, but because of how beautiful it was. The way he sang/his vocals, his music composition, it became overwhelming in the best way possible. Like I said, I could feel myself floating. My arms and legs felt like putty. Dude, I was working on other things for my blog, and I genuinely had to stop what I was doing and just…listen to the project. That is the main thing I like about D’Angelo’s art; it forces you to listen. It’s so alluring that ignoring it feels so wrong, like a crime. Y’all get what I mean, right? When I said music felt like a drug, this is exactly what the fuck I meant. I never wanted to replay an album so fast in my life. Usually, I would take some time to myself to process it, but no; I wanted to hear this shit again, and again, and again. I wish I was kidding. When this album ended, I genuinely felt disappointed. Not to mention, I really liked his first album, Brown Sugar. So, hearing this evolution in his art was rewarding for lack of better words. I can’t wait to listen to his last album, and may he rest in peace. <3

- CD ★

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What, you thought I was gonna leave y’all hanging? Hell no!