It’s to her credit that Lane wouldn’t be rushed to follow up her often sparkling debut, To The Horses. Night Shade is a more considered thing, not least as she’s perhaps considering herself growing up in public. There’s still a country speckling, but the cowgirl cabaret that sometimes seemed a bit forced has gone, replaced with layers and space that belie the album’s largely hand-hewn nature. There’s a jazzy languor to songs like I See You or Olympia, contrasted nicely with the brassy swing of the happily wanton You Show Me How I Should Like It.
