Released 12 years ago today, Lauryn Hill’s second album, “MTV Unplugged No. 2.0” deserves another look.
I mean, Jimmy Somerville could sing the fucking phone book and I would listen? But also, this song kinda does things to me, so much so that I can forgive the relenteless cheezy synth-pop groove.
Pro: Blasting Mary as an antidote to pre-show jitters.
How is this song so full of perfect?