Billian Holiday may have once had an amazing and beautiful voice but on this album, meant to be a come back for the singer, she sounds like an old woman who has a vry limited range. Turns out using heroin is bad for your singing capabilities and her scratchy voice heard hear tells many sad tales that a former junkie could relate to.
With a complete lack of rhythm section I’m immediatly turned off and her voice doesn’t do much to keep my attention. I can’t imagine this album registering with much of anyone if it weren’t for her name.
Bottom line: skip it