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Lewis Taylor is a brilliant soul singer. But his artistic strength and Achilles' heel is that he's so much more: Musical tributaries flow in from Brian Wilson, Todd Rundgren, Prince and Jimi Hendrix, just for starters. His near-flawless eponymous 1996 solo debut had the faithful swearing that Marvin Gaye had been reborn, and a slew of high-profile celebs (Aaliyah, Elton John, D'Angelo) sang the praises of this wildly eclectic singer-songwriter/producer. He never gained a foothold in America — never even released the record here — but for a moment was the Next Big Thing in the U.K. But after his followup, Lewis II— which might be described as his Embrya — Taylor lost his major-label record deal and descended to cult/critical-darling status. Subsequently, he's released one fantastic album after another.