Gilmore returns from the maternity ward to deliver a batch of songs pregnant with metaphor and abstraction, and a soft new production gloss.
She’s good, Thea, and full of heart – the English singer-songwriter as artful, talented but unresolved journeywoman. Her voice is a lovely instrument and the sentiments it expresses are thoughtful and often wise. But the strings which dominate the soundscape here suck at its liveliness. The search goes on