Let me qualify before you read on. Lizz's style will polarise.
The genere is Jazz, or maybe Folk, then again R'n'B, or maybe....better to make up your own mind, but you won't resist the "haven't I heard this voice somewhere before" emotion. Give the album the space it deserves, listen without the prejudice and you'll find a quite exceptional performance delivering one of the finest musical hours of the last decade.
Lizz is a challenge to pidgeon-hole, but a development of the Tracy Chapman theme might be as close as it is generous to both.
Alternatively take an edgy precocious rasp from Sheryl Crow, stone bake it until the rooster crows and you might just have the opposite side of the same spectrum.
Very difficult to spot a single standout track, and all are sufficiently durable to warrant several plays before you become over-familiar. Take the middle third of the Album and you'll find four tracks that point North, South, East and West in quick succession.
The whole show is deliciously acoustic, real blokes and gals, impossibly adorned with facial hair(irrespective of gender)skillfully sawing and lashing at wooden boxes of all shapes and string with a single thought in their mind - Performance.
We arrive to find Ms. Wright at the top of her game. Tempered, but never temperamental, paitent and ultimately smoothed. Lizz delivers each track with just what it needs and not an ounce more. No overbearing self indulgent howling, but the deepest emotional connect from someone who lives and breathes the blues.
At times luscious, but always delicately produced, this is a beautifully musical piece of cajun magic.