This came out in 2001 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Nikka Costa has all the makings of popdom’s next It Girl: She’s beautiful, bodacious and she ain’t shy about shakin’ it up. Thankfully, for those who care about music more than marketing, she has an even-more-impressive quality: Talent.
The daughter of Rat Pack producer Don Costa and god-daughter of Frank Sinatra, darling Nikka has been honing her vocal and songwriting chops since childhood. Now, she has an impressive set of pipes that she can crank up to Janis Joplin-like ferocity, or torque down to Macy Gray-style soulfulness. She hits both those marks — and pretty much every point between — on this superb debut album, whose dozen tunes run the gamut from neck-snapping retro-funk to slinky ’n’ smoky boudoir jams.
