So. Nyro can sing. Surely. Her voice's deep and full, and winedark and glinting white off ice at a moment's notice.
But I don't have any need for it. A humble rhythm section stays out of the way, busy horns and flutes circle like Snow White's birds, and there's no sense of band, no sense of purpose. It's indulgent and baroque - all show, no soul 2/5
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