Not sure what I was expecting when I started listening to Little Broken Hearts, but a homicidal Norah Jones wasn't the first thing that came to mind. Little Broken Hearts is an angry, um, broken-hearted album that never shifts out of melancholy. A dreary listen, you might wonder? Not particularly, although it's probably not the best for, say, the treadmill or a long-distance drive. The songs are well-written and well-produced, and the second-to-last song, Miriam, has Norah grinning while she imagines offing her cheating lover's paramour. Chilly, chilling stuff indeed.
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