As it stands, Chloe Charles’ breathy, jazzy vocals are smooth and sexy, but it also sounds as if there is a better voice inside of her. It’s a bit non-confrontational, a bit empty, and there’s not enough power or range to differentiate the high points from the lows. Is she happy? Sad? Angry? It’s hard to discern. Accompaniment consists of a bowtied amalgam of violins, lightly brushed drums and scattershot sampling, and all of it fits Charles’ delivery easily, but there’s little that grabs you or that you can latch onto. She might be the toast of the speakeasy, but when the lights come up, what’s left?