Picks and Pans Review: She
updated 07/18/1994 AT 01:00 AM EDT
•originally published 07/18/1994 AT 01:00 AM EDT
Those who think that Harry Connick Jr. is little more than a piano-plunking Frank Sinatra manqué had better listen again: His latest album is closer in spirit and sound to a rollicking Louisiana Saturday night than an evening of Cole Porter's upscale pop.
Jazz and easy-listening purists who reveled in Connick's When Harry Met Sally...soundtrack need not fret, however. Connick's still VH-1 material—just funky, hyperkinetic and Cajun-spiced as well. (Check out that warped, slow-mo rap on "Follow the Music" and the playful groove of "That Party.") Even his take on rock music (the title song) recalls more Steely Dan's jazzy classics than Stone Temple Pilots' grunge anthems.
If Connick seems somewhat emotionally detached—She is ultimately a triumph of impeccable technique over soul—at least he's not stagnant. And if Tony Bennett can hang out with the Red Hot Chili Peppers, then Harry Connick can have his fun too. (Columbia)