Interesting cover and artwork that makes you feel you’re holding in your hands a Carly Simon reissue or some folk west coast 1971 album, though you don’t. But actually are so close to (clone to) a James Taylor, Michael Franks, Steely Dan and so on production (badly missing the lavish sessionners around of those days, the Larry Carlton, Dave Sanborn, Joe Sample and other Paulinho Da Costa). Frankly this is pure ready-digested food to microwave, nothing fresh or detailed. It’s also much less sunny and vitamined, as the originals were, really dried out from all its charms. Rumer sings on the border of just humming, the band falls asleep in the middle and the listener wants too.