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Like the music she champions and the heritage she embodies, chanteuse Natacha Atlas completes the circuit between East and West on Something Dangerous, returning to the techno-Arabic fusion of her debut nearly a decade before. Atlas, daughter of Egyptian and Sephardic Jewish parents and raised in Brussels and the U.K., began her career as a singer and belly dancer with the worldbeat ensemble Transglobal Underground. Soon, she herself went underground -- or, more accurately, to Egypt, immersing herself in the vocal arts and pop rhythms of the Maghreb. Along the way, she recorded with Cairo movie orchestras and mastered the vocal ululations of chaabi, scoring huge hits in France, Tunisia, Lebanon, and beyond. To cap all that crossover success, she attempts to cross back -- Something Dangerous, indeed. Stripping out the extended Arabic formalism of her more recent albums, Atlas brings her deep understanding of these seductive tonalities to bear on all kinds of Western pop, from Jamaican dancehall to trip-hop to string-laden ballads and even James Brown's "It's a Man's World." The immediate effect is that Atlas often seems like a guest on her own album, duking it out with ragamuffin MC Princess Julianna, warbling along with Jocelyn Pook and the Prague Symphony Orchestra, trading lyrics with Sinéad O'Connor on "Simple Heart" (Sinéad gets the chorus!). But longtime fans of Atlas know that such sprawl is her birthright, and she aims to encompass the length and breadth of her studies and her own cosmopolitan history. (Dangerous even makes forays into Hindipop, an observation on the U.K.'s growing Asianification.) Whether it's the cutting-edge production or multi-genre gallimaufry that hooks listeners, this is the exotic made most enchantingly familiar, proving Natacha Atlas's truly boundless appeal. Mark Schwartz, Barnes & Noble