You have to wonder what kind of good Cramer wants to do given the cover art. Despite the apparent intention to the opposite, and an exquisitely-shot accompanying video, one has to ask, ‘at what point does documentary become titillation?’
The still misrepresents the video, which in turn undersells the songs, a heartfelt, soulful outpouring that really tugs at the heartstrings. This is pleasant, mellow, moving. Hints of ambient and soul melt together softly.
A delicate piano accompanies Cramer’s lone voice at first, building to a thumping anthemic crescendo that echoes Doves and Bastille – immensely produced, cinematic.