The narcotic rush of love’s first flush is set to a driving northern beat with handclaps from start to finish and dizzying orchestral flourishes in Talking Eyes. Beatty belts out her vocal in an r’n’b holler with exquisite phrasing – if you’re not slayed by the “uh-huh shush” coda to “baby I can’t forget the night we met” then check that you’ve still got a pulse – in a song that's violently beautiful. They just don’t get much better than this.
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