Nowhere is this more present than the sultry chorus, which is at once forlorn yet warming. Rendall's tender voice floats over a haunting piano and honey-soaked backing vocals that sound like the chilling sighs of ghosts.

And yet Lay Me Down feels a little bit, well, caberet. It doesn't take an overactive imagination to picture Rendall in the urbane inner-sanctums of a cruise ship, weaving her way seductively through the tables and chairs of the rich and retired, microphone in hand. And her tendency to over-pronounce is a little off-putting at first. See past this however, and Lay Me Down becomes a moment of genuine beauty, as sublime as it sexy.

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