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Thought her debut answered the question Who Is Jill Scott? Well, think again, or better yet, listen to this two-disc set of live and previously unreleased material to get a more vivid picture of the Philadelphia fox's prodigious talent. While Scott's first album set her poetic lyrics atop smooth-jazz and hip-hop grooves, maximizing her literate wit and earthy, round-the-way soul, it's Experience: Jill Scott 826+ that delivers the rill Jill: that is, mountain-moving vocals, rough 'n' ready phrasing, and a preacher-woman's command of her audience -- in this case a lovestruck hometown crowd on August 26, 2001, and a similarly dizzy populace in Washington, D.C., the night before. The live disc finds Scott sailing through a buoyant rendition of most of the songs on her debut, with her nine-piece band, Fatback Taffy, stretching out the arrangements and vamping in time-honored chitlin'-circuit style. The sure musical foundation gives Scott the room she needs to sink into her lyrics, in some instances repeating them two or three times to drive her point home. Likewise, the new material presented on the '+' disc is equally engaging, if less cohesive -- running the gamut from the explicit yet riveting 11-minute poem 'Thickness' to the 9-5ers' anthem 'Gotta Get Up,' a collaboration with U.K. drum 'n' bass lords 4Hero (sounds like a castoff from their excellent Four Pages album). The sum is staggering: Possessed of glorious voice, keen intellect, vivacious showmanship, and unearthly charisma, Scott seems worthy of all the praise. In this case, you best believe the hype.