This came out in 2000 — or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Released in the U.S. last year, this charming chanteuse’s debut disc quickly turned her into a critics’ darling. No wonder.
In the poker game of fame and critical acclaim, Dido Armstrong would seem to have all the cards: She has the fresh, earthy looks of Jewel, the divine pipes of Sarah McLachlan, and pens swirly, trip-hop dreamscapes that would slot precisely between Beth Orton and Portishead on a mixtape. And while this disc’s dozen mellow-pop offerings sometimes sound a little too much like all those artists and not enough like herself, so far it hasn’t done her any harm — one of her tracks made it on to last year’s Lilith Fair compilation and another is the theme song to alienated teen drama Roswell. Dido may be no angel, but she’s certainly been blessed.
