rockin', and with a golden touch
Once the Queen of Top 40 radio, Stevie Nicks and the Fleetwood Mac daddies have been relegated to the Easy Listening side of the dial, and Nicks herself has barely made more than a peep on the music scene in awhile.
But put the cap back on the Geritol; while the Mac is touring with mostly impostors, Nicks is hardly ready to be lumped in with Anne Murray and Helen Reddy. Nicks still has some rock left in her, and she doesn't plan to do it in a chair.
Street Angel is a strong-willed album, capitalizing on Nicks' strengths and even allowing her to expand her vocal range and musical orientations.
Overall, the music on Street Angel is leaner than most of the material Nicks did with the Mac daddies. Nicks relies mostly on her songwriting and singing abilities, and they carry her through winningly.
It also helps to have the likes of Kenny Aronoff and Benmont Tench backing her, plus a guest shot by Bob Dylan on Nicks' laid back take on "Just Like a Woman."
To have been at it for as long as she has, Nicks still has the golden touch when it comes to writing pure pop. She is able to dive into several emotions, from regret ("Destiny") to enthusiasm ("Unconditional Love") without seeming superficial, and all of the songs have a touch of charm about them that encourages respect for this veteran without demanding it.
Nicks doesn't try to be something she is not; she's content to leave the heavy rock and hip-hop to the new generation. That does not mean that she's willing to give up her throne, and she stakes quite a foothold here.