Long way from those early Jazz sessions with George Shearing or Cannobal Adderly,this 1977. album find chanteuse spreading her vocal mannerisms across bunch of anonymous songs not worthy anybody's attention.
Whatever appeal young Wilson had back in the day,she replaced it with her own take on Eartha Kitt,in other words she sounds annoying from the start to finish.
If young Wilson was happily swinging and bouncing across classy material,here she basically moans and sounds as barking orders - and even names album after that horrible,campy song where she claims to have been undressed by kings. If definition of "song stylist" means that artist twist everything to the point where even composers would not recognize it or that he/she relies of (limited) bag of tricks,than this describes Nancy Wilson perfectly.
Songs are either ballads or mid-tempo,comatose funk and Wilson sounds as she couldn't care less,because everything sound the same.
On "Moments" she sounds exactly like Dinah Washington and it makes me miss spirited Washington even more. "All by myself" is not a famous Eric Carmen's take on Rachamninov,but a blodless ballad where Wilson sounds like she has a terrible toothache (nothing new,than)
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