12 Songs, 49 Minutes

EDITORS’ NOTES

Fitting into other people’s niches clearly doesn’t sit well with British singer-songwriter Lucie Silvas. After establishing herself as a UK pop ingenue, she’s trading that for Nashville honesty on her fourth album. “Ain’t no consolation prize/I hate it when you size me up/Oh, it’s about time you see me with my cards face up,” she sings on “Black Jeans,” her voice crackling with an electric-wire spark. Under the umbrella of Americana, Silvas brings together ’60s Motown, vintage R&B, brass-backed country-rock, and more, stitching them all together with her peaty vocals. On E.G.O., she sheds any lingering expectations about who or what she should be, instead morphing into a thunderclap of her own reckoning.

EDITORS’ NOTES

Fitting into other people’s niches clearly doesn’t sit well with British singer-songwriter Lucie Silvas. After establishing herself as a UK pop ingenue, she’s trading that for Nashville honesty on her fourth album. “Ain’t no consolation prize/I hate it when you size me up/Oh, it’s about time you see me with my cards face up,” she sings on “Black Jeans,” her voice crackling with an electric-wire spark. Under the umbrella of Americana, Silvas brings together ’60s Motown, vintage R&B, brass-backed country-rock, and more, stitching them all together with her peaty vocals. On E.G.O., she sheds any lingering expectations about who or what she should be, instead morphing into a thunderclap of her own reckoning.

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