|1. Still Got This Thing|
|2. Love Is|
|3. Black Velvet|
|4. Rock This Joint|
|5. Lover Of Mine|
|6. Kick Start My Heart|
|7. If You Want To|
|8. Just One Kiss|
|9. Who Loves You|
|10. Hurry Make Love|
That's followed by the second single, "Love Is", which is punctuated by a throbbing bass and a 80's hard-rock guitar. Here's how she defines love: "Love is ( love is )/Heaven to the lonely/Show me/What you want me to do/Cause love is/What I got for you"
The slow bluesy "Black Velvet", with more of that punctuated bass, is of course, hands down, the best song here, and the one that topped the charts in 1990. Who can forget that chorus: "Black velvet and that little boy's smile/Black velvet with that slow southern style/A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees/Black velvet if you please." There's another lyric that's visually cool: "The sun is settin' like molasses in the sky." However, don't let naysayers tell you she was a one-hit wonder. There's more great stuff on this album and on her followup, the more melancholy Rockinghorse.
"Rock This Joint" is the hardest rocking song here even replete with Def Leppard-like backup vocals. There is a slight nod to "Pour Some Sugar On Me" while that ZZ Top-like guitar plays. She wants to rock the joint to the point that, "I wanna die with a smile on my face."
That is followed by the first ballad and third single, "Lover Of Mine" which deserved a place in the Top Ten at the very least. Her voice when smooth, shows she has slow-song talents. The chorus and guitar at the end puts shifts into minor power ballad mode.
The mid-paced "Kick Start My Heart" has shades of New Jersey-era Bon Jovi, specifically "Bad Medicine" down to the synthesizer, horns, and guitar.Read more ›
In short, I did. "Black Velvet" conjures the same dark, rural gothic images today as it did then. Then I listened to the rest of the CD.
Make a note, when encountering a CD by a singer who is essentially a "one hit wonder," don't listen to the other songs on the CD. None of them have the power or the feeling of "Black Velvet;" some are merely mediocre, others just plain bad.
Be that as it may. If you are wishing to revisit your youth, or whichever of the stages in which you found yourself when this album was released, for a drive down Memory Avenue, ten bucks is not so drastic a price to pay for the cab fare.