Nancy Elizabeth's third album, has more persuasions to the 'Traditional' party than a beaming moon-faced friend at the door with two kegs under their arms: reductive triad and pentatonic harmonies throughout the supporting instruments, whilst her boundless prodigious vocals take the tunes through various octaves and modes. Guests, we have another who won't be 'the Devil's whore.'
This album of songs is attractive for describing a heart both brave and vulnerable; as if alerted, creeping the stairs in the night, issuing bluffs to an invisible intruder. It is beautifully recorded, the piano birthing specters from its notes, filling a dining-hall empty of mortals. 'Dancing' could have been a truly intimate expression if it wasn't so precisely performed and produced.