Van Hunt's new album What Were You Hoping For? is in the very early stages of rocking my world. It's a little bit Funkadelic, a little bit Prince, a little bit Of Monreal. Ok, and maybe a little bit Lenny Kravitz? It's funky, sweet, bratty, smart, and I listen to it every day, which is something I haven't done in a while.
The line in the title comes from the song Plum, where he sings:
[audio:http://thesweetsnob.com/wp-content/uploads/04-van_hunt-plum.mp3|titles=Van Hunt – Plum]
Don't tell my how to hold my nuclear bomb
Until you've resisted urge to love one
Or the spectacularly rocking Watching You Go Crazy is Making Me Lose My Mind.[audio:http://thesweetsnob.com/wp-content/uploads/02-van_hunt-watching_you_go_crazy_is_driving_me_insane.mp3|titles=Van Hunt – Watching You Go Crazy Is Driving Me Insane]
Van Hunt has a lot to offer. His guitar playing is inspiring, and he can sing a sweet-as-honey neo-soul growl while he sings about the joys and pitfalls of cross-dressing.
Ok, one slow one, just to show how pretty his little croak is. This is Moving Targets:[audio:http://thesweetsnob.com/wp-content/uploads/06-van_hunt-moving_targets.mp3|titles=Van Hunt – Moving Targets]