Windy and Carl - "You"

One should always absolutely call a spade "a spade". After all, when one calls a spade something other than "a spade" one runs the considerable risk of being misunderstood - potentially dire in an emergency gardening or gambling situation. Thus must I point out that of the titular two behind Windy and Carl, Windy is the more strangely named. 'Carl' is a totally normal forename and one that I'd be proud to give to at least one of my sons. Whether Windy's parents meant that 'i' to be an 'e' or that 'd' to be an 'n' or that 'w' to be some other consonant, I can't be sure, but I do know that they did at least one thing right: they raised their child to be like Moses. Carl's parents, my heroes, raised a little god. Their son, out of wood and string, electricity and circuit boards, builds seas of sound, which his friend Windy then parts, humbly, with her voice. Her vocals, straight up and down, will guide you for as long as it takes, for forty days and forty nights, until you reach the other side of Carl's creation, too wide to navigate around and too deep to wade through. [Buy]

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The Spiritualaires - "I've Done What You Told Me"

Besides simple, beautiful songs, the best gospel groups have this in common: a propensity for apparently accidental unruliness, for downright uncleanliness. What's a gospel jam without a bass losing his place, a baritone singing a falsetto beyond his means? If you told me that some of the singers here woke up the next day embarrassed, and sought, to no avail, the destruction of this recording, then I'd reprimand you for stating the obvious.

Q: How lovely is it when, at 0:42, the fine lead vocalist steps into an aching ascending solo?
A: Not quite as lovely as when, amid coughs and throat clearings, the rest of the group comes back in, too early, too many, ecstatically. [Buy]