In this week's issue of the magazine MUSICA Prince is mentioned 3 times.
The first time is to announce tomorrow's release of "Musicology".
The second time is in an article about name changes in music history.
The third time it is a very good review of "Musicology" written by Enrico Sisti (whom I've known for very long for being a big Prince fan). The album was given 5 stars and the review goes more or less like this:
N*E*R*D* and OutKast? They learned everything from him.
The single ( Musicology ) is an elegant clone of James Brown, one of those that only Prince knows how to do and can do. Let's let him, Prince, this freedom, he deserves it, he who has been cloned by hundreds of colleagues with a bad grace and who to defend himself has often had to change his path, up to locking himself, three years ago, in the jazz-funk suite The Rainbow Children (his ivory tower). Anyway the difference between Prince and the others (OutKast and N*E*R*D* included) is that whereas they sweat to find their identity he has his own inside of him whatever thing he does, be it peach landscapes ( Sign o' the times ), or Beatles-like hints ( Around the world in a day ), or some closet cleaning ( Emancipation ), or Santana parodies which are even more beautiful than the best Santana we know ( Chaos and disorder ), songs that are unrepeatable or that only he can repeat, small jazz-funk operas, or (joky) musicologist thesis and poses. Only in a Prince cd there can pop up some moments like A Million Days, Dear Mr Man, and What do u want me 2 do? in which you would want to rub your ears as thet betray any purism because they are pure in their own way. It might be abnormal to dance on Life o' the party , to reflect listening to Reflection , to give yourself up to rock on Cinnamon girl and to lie down on On the couch . Don't you say that Prince is back. It's a lot more.