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The Transoceanic In-Flight Playlist
By Jeff Gordinier

(FORTUNE Magazine) – INNERZONE ORCHESTRA Programmed (Astralwerks): Here's the sound of a century crumbling: a dizzy, slithery, channel-surfing pastiche of jazz, funk, Detroit dance pistons, ambient noise, and stray answering-machine messages.

ANGIE STONE Black Diamond (Arista): Stone comes across as the most natural of the neo-soul divas. She never forces the funk, never gets too fussy with it. The grooves just roll out, all easy and lubricious.

SLOAN Between the Bridges (Murderecords): Baroque, butterscotch pop from Nova Scotia's favorite sons.

MARK LANEGAN I'll Take Care of You (Sub Pop): As the voice of Seattle's Screaming Trees, Lanegan can roar like a coal furnace. Here he drops down to a slow bake for phantasmal folk-noir nuggets like The Leaving Trains' "Creeping Coastline of Lights."

JOHN PRINE In Spite of Ourselves (Oh Boy Records): Here's one from the heart. After battling back from cancer, Prine polished off this lovely batch of hickory-smoked duets with twangy luminaries like Lucinda Williams, Patty Loveless, Trisha Yearwood, and Emmylou Harris.

And one CD to avoid at all costs:

TOP GUN Original Motion Picture Soundtrack/Special Expanded Edition (Columbia/Legacy): You know the national nostalgia fetish is getting way out of hand when we're feeling reverent about Kenny Loggins' "Danger Zone."