Paloma Stoecker's calling card is Go, the formidable and minimal Chaka-Khan-borrowing single (Khan proclaimed the reworking of her 1983 hit Ain't Nobody "genius") that's powered by the sort of hushed, aching vocals and poised beats that evoke the xx. It's the high point of the 21-year-old's trip-hop-inflected album, but there's nothing else here that quite matches it for intensity and focus. Her voice moves easily from girlish and sugary to soulful, but it's wasted on some of the more mawkish longueurs such as 21 or Insecure.