We gave it an A-
With her penchants for torchy jazz and Cole Porter-era pop, this longtime L.A. favorite is like a funnier Norah Jones or a less daffy Nellie McKay. On Miracle of Five, her alto rarely rises above a whisper, and the lulling accompaniment is downright somnolent. But if the music is mesmerizingly sleepy, Eleni Mandell’s lyrics are lucid, exploring the elusive promise of romance with wry wit and moony wistfulness. It’s a perfect bedtime album for grownups who ought to know better but can’t help hitting the sack dreaming of true love.