William's twangy coo-and-yelp, detail-musing over brushy Americana backing - it's almost awful. It's just this side of Sheryl Crow, one step away from a county Alanis Morrisset, and yet it just barely works. Where others of the kind feel performative, I buy this.
The songs're still pop, lockstep verse-chorus, the voice over-inflected in places, but there's a crack of gravel, a sweep of sky that makes it worth hearing even if it couldn't be farther from your wheelhouse 3/5
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