Sinead sure can sing.

She sure can piss people off, too.

This album really shows her voice off, it’s full of jazz standards. It makes me feel nostalgic, like I should take up making gin in my bathtub and smoking through a long cigarette holder.

And it makes me want to memorize the words for all her songs and then some.

Which is a decent thing for an album to make me want. I think it’s a good album.