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For a vocalist to stand up to a band including Herbie Hancock, Wayne Shorter, Pharaoh Sanders, and Nicky Skopelitis -- plus a percussion quartet -- is no mean feat, and Gigi Shibabaw does that and more on her major-label debut, helmed by bass ace Bill Laswell. The breathy vocals of this young Ethiopian singer and poet are way out in front of her all-star crew, ascending and diving through musky East African scales, chanting songs of faith and pride as well as lust. Gigi's magnetism is obvious -- good looks, a powerful voice, and a refreshingly candid (for tradition-bound world music) lyrical bent -- but that and $1.50 are bus fare in the music biz. What sets Gigi apart is the harmony forged between the singer and the producer. Laswell, no stranger to African, Caribbean, and urban music climes, imagines an Ethiopia based partly on the funky Addis of the '70s (as popularized by Mahmoud Ahmed and the Ethiopiques series) and partly on his own Rasta-filtered visions of the homeland of Negus. Tracks like "Gud Fela" and "Abay" make for Afro-pop that is buoyant and majestic, but it's the spiky imperial trumpet blasts of "Zomaye" and the biblically funky "Aynama" -- lyrically, both rife with sexual yearning -- that are most compelling. A posse of Ethiopian musicians ground the music in its native accents, leaving Laswell's ringers (including tablaist Karsh Kale, cornetist Graham Haynes, saxist Henry Threadgill, and accordionist Tony Cedras) to take it higher. Reminiscent of Afro-jazz landmarks such as Randy Weston's Tanjah, Gigi delivers a first-rate introduction for this charismatic artist and forges a partnership guaranteed to bear ever more sensuous fruit. Mark Schwartz, Barnes & Noble