A release date the first day of winter is apt for Everything Sings Tonight, Melbourne-based Lucie Thorne’s seventh album.
Having honed her craft to the point that it sinks deep into a Melbourne winter, in the way Art Of Fighting and Gersey did at the turn of the century, this seems a simple extension of the grey streets and cold nights of the season, more relevant during the cooler months, with minimal instrumentation and a focus on Thorne’s husky vocals. Everything Sings Tonight never gets out of second gear, but that’s kind of the point.
