If Janet Jackson had been born in England, she might have wound up sounding like Jordan. There’s a delicate quality to Jordan’s voice that brings to mind the wardrobe-malfunctioning starlet. Those similarities were never apparent when Jordan sang with broken beaters Silhouette Brown, but on this debut album the parallels are apt.
The Light is all soft, whispery harmonies that are given plenty of space to ebb and flow amid a chilled — almost sub zero — collection of tunes. From the melodious opener Brought To Life to the concluding title track, the album’s an aural massage, kneading and caressing your senses.
Sure, more variation in tempo and style wouldn’t have gone amiss, but that doesn’t stop The Light from being an illuminating listen.