Joy and the Boy

By Edward Blake

The day has to get better when the brightest record of all year arrives for review. Joy and the Boy are jazz vocalist and multi-instrumentalist Leo Sidran – out to make you puke with how talented and happy they are. Maybe that’s a little harsh, for this is a delicious album – as juicy as an orange and as fresh as a cool glass of lemonade.

Paradise opens with the street swing of I’m Not Shy and carries on through some lovely funky ditties that manage to avoid whiffing of cheese through their sheer enthusiasm and glistening production. After a suitably tacky cover of Marvin Gaye’s Let’s Get It On things start to dip a bit though; the songs continue to be pretty good, but after a while my adventurous ears hark for some dissonance. By the end of the album I want to rip up every flower on the planet and bathe in war and suffering – you know what I mean. But all in all, I can’t say my life’s a worse place to be for the beaming sunshine of Joy and the Boy.
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