Janelle Monae Gravitates Towards a Smoking Hot Yoga Pose

Of the numerous starlets dotting the contemporary music landscape Janelle Monae knows how to capture her audience's attention better than anyone. She isn't draped in over the top stage theatrics like Lady Gaga. She doesn't stop at a convenient girl next door level like Katy Perry. She's laser precise vocally. Her guest shot on .fun's "We Are Young" lent a needed psychological boost to a number that could've easily fallen into the disposable hipster category before anyone knew what hit them. Her new "Yoga" makes mountain pose worth the effort exerted. Of course we couldn't do without the slightly unsettling hip hop b-boy mantra repeating of the song title. We'd forget what time frame we're occupying. Luckily that takes only hugely small shelf space. "Yoga" revels in the festive posture. Imagine it's the wee hours. You need electrified libation and fast. The barkeep has cut you off. You're about as ripe as could be under reasonable extent of the law. What to do? "Yoga" brings the goods needed to give you first crack at fifth gear. Sex appeal carries substantial weight. Plenty of that can be found in the deliberate pacing. Foreplay bringing an uninhibited nibble to your sensitive spots. Janelle cavorts within her rebellious personality. You get this sense it's impossible to be any more comfortable in her skin than she is. Jidenna contributes the masculinity element. To our relief he doesn't hijack the proceedings. It's not uncommon for artists to locale drop the many gorgeous places they've visited over their histories. Although not particularly high on many people's must see lists Atlanta, home to CNN and World of Coke, gets its chance to snatch some spotlight minutes. Also not an isolated incident an artists details what her cocktail glass contains. Janelle's spirit of choice is Killepitsch as she and Brittany (not sure if it's the Spears persuasion or what) paint the towns whatever color tickles their fancies. Janelle's tells tale that her ducats came from yoga. Maybe not of the type you'd glean from any traditional book but effective nonetheless. Janelle does casual listeners a favor by leaving out no detail which impedes the visual feast for the libido. Much bending over is referred to. Cue the prolonged sweating in pleasure. Fear not practitioners and followers, a yoga pose does creep its way into the lyric sheet. Come to think of it creeping inchworm style primarily makes this song the almost taboo leaning guilty pleasure it becomes but, back to the brass tacks before us. Yoga enthusiasts clearly recognize downward dog. Back when I practiced it I was fairly good at the firm back inverted V. A little credibility never hurt any artist. Janelle smartly mentions part of the discipline while getting us all hot and sweaty. The chorus leaps ever so steadily out from behind the thicket, warning us to get ready for the top of the morning revelry set to explode. Not only is Janelle's voice soulful, its owner guides it well. Vocal coaches know control and care of your instrument is key to getting the most out of it. Control and care also makes for the best possible yoga experience. "Yoga" ushers namaste into the center ring to convincing effect. This is one pose that's well worth striking.