I honestly love the smoothness that comes from artists like Ralph Castelli and Frank Heaney, with vocals that are wooden — neither deep below the ground nor soaring up in the clouds.
Swooning synths rest like northern lights across the soundscape: constant yet moving. A steady beat marks the sturdy framework upon which the liquid sounds are strung.
Smooth like all that is smooth, baby. Take my to the smokey cigar lounge of old-school jazz and R&B artists, and let me sip on something that cools the throat and warms the night. Cheers to Frank Heaney.