Published April 8, 2005
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.