Neither Jill Scott nor Anthony Hamilton impressed me the last time around. For Mr. Hamilton, The Point of it All felt kinda average after I practically wore out his previous two albums. As for Jilly from Philly, The Real Thing just kinda felt “meh” to me, and was compounded by the fact that she was more than a little off-putting the one time I saw her live (Robin Thicke and Chaka Khan both went on before her, and both outclassed […]