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Janelle Monae – Dirty Computer

She’s an artist who emerged with a complete look and sound which touched on both past, present and future. She made albums of afro futuristic r’n’b and yet she’s remained a pleasurable secret.

Dirty Computer is where she comes out with an album which captures her sound and ideas in such a succinct and immediate way.

There’s a lushness to the production, set on crisp, impeccable beats and dashing forays into delicate electronic pop (Pink), Beach Boys harmonies about vulnerability (Dirty Computer) and dirty, knowing funk (Make Me Feel).

The guest musicians contribute without overwhelming Monae and she gives off a playful, inventive and sexual energy which reminds me of Prince.

Much like Glover, with his persona Childish Gambino and ‘Awaken, My Love), Monae has curated and refined the sensual-spiritual pop funk into something unique and immediately compelling.

It’s also fun, instant and sexy in a way which also rewards repeated listening. There’s moments of utter musical abandon (the drum machine fill locked in with the chicken scratch guitar in Make Me Feel is pure excitement.)

Got The Juice has the call and response swagger of Rihanna and early Madonna, and it will dominate the airwaves if it becomes a single.

Her voice is delicious, smooth and subtle yet capable of vulnerability and bruising defiance without falling into histrionic vocal inflections. Her lyrics are clever and funny, poignant and insightful. Don’t Judge Me has the lines:

I know I’ve got issues

But they drown when

I kiss you

There’s a wink and an open heart in every line of the album and it opens up into vistas of shimmering compelling music.

The whole thing is bliss from beginning to end, there’s a lovely film to accompany it and she’s making appearances framed as the star she is. Dirty Computer is one of the best albums of the year so far.

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This is a melange of layers, building with nursery rhyme lyrics and loops into something far more than the sum of it’s parts. It’s not simple, but elegant and how it builds into something that is genuine wildness.

When she sings ‘your fingers through my hair.’ I feel the hairs go up on the back of my neck. 

I think a group with her on drums/percussion, St Vincent on guitar, Meshell Ndegeocello on bass, Amanda Palmer on keys and Wendy Melvoin/Lisa Coleman on vocals, keys and guitar would be perfectly incredible.

Amanda Palmer comes in for a lot of criticism, I think she’s amazing, unapologetically herself and I find her irrationally erotic. Here she’s sweaty, smeared with make up and covered in glitter and I would still walk past a roomful of supermodels to ask her opinion.

Janelle Monae is amazing. She’s positive, engaging and channels a great many genres in her work. She’s relentlessly innovative and yet she has a pop sensibility that means whatever she does is soaked in connection and communication.

There’s three woman, none of whom you’re likely to see on the cover of Maxim, in control of their images and making music on their terms. 

Support the good stuff, I chose these three because I listen to them because they make great music. 


This song has an irresistible sense of itself, a sophisticated and agile piece of soulful pop that gets your heart racing. As it progresses, it becomes another story beneath, a hymn to tenacity in the face of apocalypse.