That this multi-tattooed, self-confessed cough-syrup addict has managed to move more than 600,000 copies of his new disc in its first week makes one wonder if Dwayne Carter Jr. really is the best rapper alive as he's been professing.
The homages to J.S. Bach, a Wagnerian sense of drama and measured flow, and an impeccable sense of vocal and orchestral balance make for 113 minutes of riveting listening.
This forgotten contribution to Good Friday worship is from 1920, long past the best-before date of the lush, Edwardian musical sensibility of English composer Charles Wood (1866-1926).
