Liane Carroll: Ballads

Ballads is a great title for an album full of slow tempo, beautifully arranged, songs of love and romance. So it's a perfect choice as the title for British singer Liane Carroll's album. Except that it falls way short of communicating just what an achievement this album is.

Carroll's previous album, Up And Down (Quiet Money, 2011), was a superb combination of upbeat, up-tempo numbers and emotionally intense takes on songs including "My Funny Valentine" and Tom Waits' "Take It With Me." Ballads is firmly in the latter territory. James McMillan's production is once again exemplary. It's rare to hear vocals recorded with such clarity, where every aspect of the singer's voice is open to scrutiny. It's fraught with danger: what if the singer's voice is revealed as lacking, as falling short, as weak? Daft questions in this case; the exposure simply enhances Carroll's impact.

There's so much to enjoy on Ballads: old school standards like "Only The Lonely," pop classics (Gerry Goffin and Carole King's "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow" and Felice and Boudleaux Bryant's "It's Raining In My Heart") and lesser-known gems such as Sophie Bancroft's "Calgary Bay." There's variety, too, in Carroll's musical accompaniments. On "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow" there's just Mark Jaimes' guitar and Kirk Whalum's tenor saxophone. On "Only The Lonely" she's joined by a big band, while on "Goodbye," "You've Changed" and "Calgary Bay" the City of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra provide the accompaniment—the arrangements for all four of these numbers coming courtesy of Grammy nominated Chris Walden.

Todd Rundgren's "Pretending To Care" is a tour-de-force but it's Noel Coward's "Mad About The Boy" that shines most brightly among these jewels. It's a song with a seemingly endless ability for re-invention. Coward's performance is marvellously high camp (Marianne Faithfull's version runs it a close second); Dinah Washington can be defiant or matter-of-fact; Julie London is sultry and confident—she'll make her move when she's good and ready and the boy won't stand a chance.

Carroll's performance of "Mad About The Boy"—with only Gwilym Simcock's piano for company—is heartbreaking. She sings as though she's aware of the futility of her desire but unwilling, or unable, to leave it behind. It shows the greatness of Coward's little ditty, the many emotions that the song can reveal—and the majesty of Carroll's voice. It's just one highlight of many on this exquisite album: Ballads is a classic-in-waiting.