Who’d have thought it. My standard test for detecting top-notch music writing, and I’m sure it’s a common one, is whether or not it makes me want to hear the record under discussion. In this piece for Village Voice by Frank Kogan my test meets its match. It’s a great piece of writing on Celine Dion, because it takes her work absolutely seriously: as I’m sure does she; and those who listen to and love her work in large numbers; but as very few people who write about pop can bring themselves to. Yet it still doesn’t make me want to listen to anything by her ever again… But then, I’m not going to get that choice, and nor are you. Her records will continue to be played whether you or I like them or not. And after reading Frank’s essay, perhaps when you or I do next hear the Sealion sing, we’ll actually listen.