Sharon Jones has done it again.
‘If You Call’ stings like the ringing memory of a heart carved in a tree. Anyone who has ever loved and lost recognizes the helplessness in Jones’ wail. It’s the ringing potential of a number that will not be dialed. It’s the deafening silence of a phone that will not click. As my grandma would say, it is “the coffin nail.”
Jones’ performance is so wrought with emotion that her every phrase paints a master portrait of heartache. Her intonation is warped by years of lost love and wasted memory, boiled down to a voice that drips the devoted dissipation in which every legend has stirred his or her bones. This is soul. Read the rest of this entry »















