There ain’t one wrong note in Torrini’s second album. Her voice—something like Björk on lithium—dances along through songs about the pauses in relationships. While the tunes are well-crafted, and you can’t complain about the lyrics, neither are memorable. On display here is a beautiful instrument, Torrini’s voice, used very carefully, avoiding any risks—and possibly any excitement.
Worth three beers. Costs four beers.