Her bio sounds really annoying: a young white Brit who imitates classic jazz singers, name-drops rappers midsong and jokes about substance-abuse issues (the first song on this second record is about refusing to go to rehab). But her album, already a U.K. No. 1, sounds fantastic partly because the production nails sample-ready 60s soul right down to the drum sound; and partly because Winehouse is one hell of an impressive singer, especially when shes not copping other peoples phrasing. And her self-lacerating lyrics incorporate sly little shocks like when her lover deduces from her carpet burns that shes been cheating.