Her impression on the music world, in just 2.5 albums — posthumous Lioness: Hidden Treasures dropped unfinished — is indelible, bridging a much needed post-millennium gap between alternative golden soul voices of the old school to her lovably unabashed new school, simultaneously paving a brilliant unconventional way for contemporaries like Lady Gaga and Adele to take over the world.
Lauded documentary Amy has been said to be a masterful account of said impression, but the tunes speak for themselves. “Rehab,” just about snaps a perfectly sad shot of her panache, laying all demons out on the line in both a cathartic and punk-middle-finger way, while strutting along honey-drip hummable and diva-proud into your heart. All before the horn lines even hit; RIP Amy Winehouse:
They tried to make me go to rehab, I said, ‘No, no, no’
Yes, I’ve been black, but when I come back you know, know, know