English 's eponymous debut oozes the kind of potential that makes one forgive the occasional misstep. Her heart is firmly sewn into her sleeve, and she details the peaks, valleys, and especially the wreckage of that muscular organ in a way that only those trapped in their self-absorbed late teens and early twenties can. Less vindictive and aloof than , less stylized and groomed for oblivion than , but possessing both of those artists' penchant for slick, confessional, melodic diatribes, embraces the early 21st century electro-dance-pop of London proper with a voice that suggests a childhood filled with endless nights spent listening to , , and . At her best, like on the slow-burn opener the lovelorn Xanax and sambuca anthem and the rousing single she successfully bridges the gap between and , but when she gets stuck in the confessional too long ( ), the results are more indulgent than powerful. ~ James Christopher Monger