It’s hiding in plain sight, nondescript, above an uptown bike shop; one of Canada’s most vital and celebrated underground collectives calls Waterloo home.
A soulful singer blessed with earthly grit and a gift for dense, technically immaculate, sensual arrangements, D’Angelo was on the brink of stardom after the release of 2000 sophomore album Voodoo. For the last decade and a half, waiting on a new album has become a parlour game on par with making year-end lists and complaining about each update to the iTunes interface.