For us, D’Angelo is unforgettable: deep cocoa complexion, sensuality oozing from his pores, a disarming falsetto, capable of carrying the weight of both the sacred and the profane with such ease, that an unexpected trip down to his lower register would turn any listener into a naughty convert.
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