I’m not sure about the Sarah Vaughan legacy, but if there was a Stacey Kent Prize for singing, Cyrille would be at the top of that long list. Having said that, it’s difficult not to be at least a little enchanted by her delivery, if not her cagey sense for choice material.
While Stacey Kent has always been fairly complacent, it seems to serve her and a growing number of imitators. They all subscribe more to the legacy of Blossom Dearie than Sheila Jordan. Aimee dwells in a respectable middle ground. Like Madeline Peyroux, she seems unconcerned with how original people may think she is. She’s also a pretty good writer, offering several originals that transcend the standard fare. While the title track falls a bit flat, Oscar Pettiford’s “Laverne Walk” is a scatter’s delight.