| Norah Jones ist eine Magierin. Ihre Songs sind Ruhepol in einer hektisch 
        lärmenden Welt. Das Geheimnis ihres Erfolgs zu ergründen, scheint 
        trotzdem ein schier unmögliches Unterfangen. Weltweit wurden von 
        ihren ersten beiden Alben, dem Sensationsdebüt Come Away With Me 
        (2002), das ihr acht Grammys bescherte, und Feels Like Home (2004), sage 
        und schreibe 32 Millionen Exemplare verkauft -- über alle Hörergenerationen 
        hinweg.  Am 26. Januar 2007 erscheint mit Not Too Late ihr drittes Album, für 
        das sie alle Songs selbst komponiert oder zumindest mitgeschrieben hat. 
        Die aparte 27-jährige Sängerin und Pianistin, die mädchen-, 
        madonnen- und musenhaft zugleich wirkt, ist zu voller Blüte gereift. 
        Bezaubernd!
       (amazon) | 
  
    | Recoils from fame usually aren't as subdued as Norah Jones' third album 
        Not Too Late, but such understatement is customary for this gentlest of 
        singer/songwriters. Not Too Late may not be as barbed or alienating as 
        either In Utero or Kid A  it's not an ornery intensification of 
        her sound nor a chilly exploration of its furthest limits - but make no 
        mistake, it is indeed a conscious abdication of her position as a comfortable 
        coffeehouse crooner and a move toward art for art's sake. And, frankly, 
        who can blame Jones for wanting to shake off the Starbucks stigmata? Although 
        a large part of her appeal has always been that she sounds familiar, like 
        a forgotten favorite from the early '70s, Jones is too young and too much 
        a New York bohemian to settle into a role as a nostalgia peddler, so it 
        made sense that she started to stretch a little after her 2004 sophomore 
        set Feels Like Home proved that her surprise blockbuster 2002 debut Come 
        Away With Me was no fluke. First, there was the cabaret country of her 
        Little Willies side band, then there was her appearance on gonzo art-rocker 
        Mike Patton's Peeping Tom project, and finally there's this hushed record, 
        her first containing nothing but original compositions. It's also her 
        first album recorded without legendary producer Arif Mardin, who helmed 
        her first two albums (he passed away in the summer of 2006), giving them 
        a warm, burnished feel that was nearly as pivotal to Jones' success has 
        her sweet, languid voice. Mardin died in the summer of 2006 and in his 
        absence, Jones recorded Not Too Late at the home studio she shares with 
        her collaborator, bassist and boyfriend Lee Alexander. Although it shares 
        many of the same sonic characteristics as Jones' first two albums, Not 
        Too Late boasts many subtle differences that add up to a distinctly different 
        aesthetic. Jones and Alexander have stripped Norah's music to its core. 
        Gone are any covers of pop standards, gone are the studio pros, gone is 
        the enveloping lushness that made Come Away With Me so easy to embrace, 
        something that Not Too Late is most decidedly not. While this might not 
        have the rough edges of a 4-track demo, Not Too Late is most certainly 
        music that was made at home with little or no consideration of an audience 
        much larger than Jones and Alexander. It's spare, sometimes skeletal, 
        often sleepy and lackadaisical, wandering from tunes plucked out on acoustic 
        guitars and pianos to those with richer full band arrangements. Norah 
        Jones has never exactly been lively - part of her charm was her sultry 
        slowness, ideal for both Sunday afternoons and late nights - but the atmosphere 
        here stultifying even if it's not exactly unpleasant. After all, unpleasantness 
        seems to run contrary to Jones' nature, and even if she dabbles in Tom 
        Waits-ian carnivalesque stomps (Sinkin' Soon) or tentatively 
        stabs at politics (My Dear Country), it never feels out of 
        place; often, the shift is so subtle that it's hard to notice. That subtlety 
        is the biggest Achilles heel on Not Too Late, as it manifests itself in 
        songs that aren't particularly distinctive or performances that are particularly 
        varied. There are exceptions to the rule and they all arrive with full 
        band arrangements, whether it's the lazy jazz shuffle of Until the 
        End, the country-tinged Be My Somebody or the wonderful 
        laid-back soul of Thinking About You. These are songs that 
        not only sound full but they sound complete, songs that have a purposeful 
        flow and are memorable for both their melody and sentiment. They would 
        have been standouts on Feels Like Home but here they are even more distinctive 
        because the rest of the record plays like a sketchbook, capturing Jones 
        and Alexander figuring out how to move forward after such great success. 
        Instead of being the end result of those experiments, the completed painting 
        after the sketch, Not Too Soon captures their process, which is interesting 
        if not quite compelling. But its very release is a clear statement of 
        artistic purpose for Norah Jones: its ragged, unfinished nature illustrates 
        that she's more interested in pursuing her art than recycling Come Away 
        With Me, and if this third album isn't as satisfying as that debut it 
        nevertheless is a welcome transitional effort that proves her artistic 
        heart is in the right place. 
         
        (Stephen Thomas Erlewine, All 
        Music Guide)  |