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:
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.
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: