Smith flourishes when he’s not forced to make music destined to be played in dentist offices and shopping malls. When he sings, “ I don’t have money on my mind/ I do it for the love” it seems completely true. Smith has cultivated a genial and humble persona and he seems like a genuinely kind 20 something who’s truly bewildered, but thankful, for his new found fame. “Leave Your Lover” is surprisingly frank and he sings the titular chorus as half a plea and half a coy command. Smith also brings an earnest honesty to the more personal tracks. This fluttering quality makes Smith flexible yes his best trick is still his stratospherically high notes, but he can be just as compelling in a lower register. Single “Money on My Mind” has him switching from his chest voice, charmed with sweetness, to the overwhelming near squawk of the chorus. Smith has complete control over every component of his range. Instead it’s Smith’s stunning high range.

Some are calling Smith a male Adele, but his power doesn’t come from violent low notes. On a purely vocal level this is album of the year. Smith’s personal lyrics on “Lay Me Down” have fluffy backing vocals that make the sugary song wince-worthy, despite the its strangely great outro based around marching drums. The bare bones guitar of “I’ve Told You Now” is sleep-inducing while “Like I Can” is obnoxious Billboard bait. These saccharine songs soaked in bland guitar work and predictable arrangements make Smith’s strong presence fade. Smith was catapulted to fame through the dance world with his show stopping performances on Disclosure and Naughty Boy tracks, but the powers that be seem determined to rein Smith into safe, top 40, territory. Smith’s voice is near flawless it’s the production side of In the Lonely Hour where things get uneven. But In the Lonely Hour doesn’t properly answer whether or not Smith’s current chart domination signals future success. From those first soaring chorus notes of “Latch” it was clear that he would be next in line for the greatness that both bolstered Adele and ruined Amy Winehouse.

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