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In a world where black music is often cast into very narrow, genre-designated boxes, Janice Robinson falls outside of what's expected. She rants and raves and sings with gusto over fiery guitars and hip-hop beats, slowing down just long enough to bust lyrical displays before straddling her own aggression and passion, lighting the wick, and taking off in a furious blaze. Alanis comparisons be damned, Robinson proves that Jagged Little Pill may have benefitted from a bit more fire and a few more beats.
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