His career now spans two decades, but it is only in the last few years that the depth and breadth of Eric Comstock’s vocal acuity has been fully realized. Where once, on projects like 1997’s Young Man of Manhattan and his subsequent salute to the lyrics of Larry Hart, Comstock seemed overeager to please, he has since settled into a mellower groove, suggesting both aesthetic ease and sage ripeness. It elevates him to the plateau of Fred Astaire and Chet Baker, fellow slight-voiced masters of transcendent expression. Comstock’s maturation was largely evident throughout his previous album, 2005’s No One Knows. Here, supported solely by guitarist Randy Napoleon, his vocal blossoming is complete.
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