Kendra MorrisI'm What I'm Waiting For

Morris strips her soul down to the bone here, and her voice carries it, moving from a smoky whisper to a full-throated cry without breaking a sweat. The arrangements stay raw and close, drums and bass and a little organ haze, nothing in the way. She sings about reckoning with herself, and you believe every word. Spare, gutsy, and warm. Her best yet. Drop the needle and let that voice fill the room.