The Artist appears as Prince one last time, "amiably" completing his warner contract with a collection of previously unheard 1985-1994 archive stuff in an awful sleeve.



Mercifully,Prince has not let bitterness lure him into disrespecting his fans by releasing rubbish. This patch work of old stock is nonessential addition to the canon, but it is redolent of the musical energy and imagination which drives to write and play as regulary as he breathes, rather than to meet the demands of career develoment strategists. Pleasing though predictable are the sexy struts It's about that walk and Sarah and darkside ruminations, 5 women and Old friends 4 sale. But more than curiosity value are rare digreesions into crising jazz with She spoke 2 me and When the lights go down and one pungent expression of concern for the world outside Paisley Park, the dark miniature My little pill - dry piano and bass in unison underpin Prince's overwrought spoken murmur: "All my cares and troubles dive right off my window sill everytime I pop my little pill"