George McCrae

George McCrae’s Diamond Touch is velvet-glow soul at its most magnetic—sleek, shimmering, and powered by that unmistakable falsetto that feels equal parts fragile and electrifying. The album floats on a cushion of warm strings, liquid basslines, and sunlit disco grooves, but McCrae brings a raw, human ache that cuts straight through the polish.

These songs move with a featherlight elegance, yet every chorus lands with emotional weight. The production is glossy but never hollow—rhythms pulse with quiet swagger, guitars flicker like neon reflections, and synths glide in with a kind of cosmic sweetness. It’s romance refracted through a mirror ball, intimate and escapist at once.

Diamond Touch is the sound of soul stepping confidently into the twilight of the disco era—smooth, shimmering, and irresistibly tender. A record that holds you close, spins you slow, and leaves a glow long after the last note fades.