When your debut album is Executive Produced by a certain Kanye West, there’s no doubt over the amount of expectation on it. But Kacy Hill has proven time and again that she is more than just an act by association, delivering powerful doses of dramatic pop over just a relatively short space of time.
The thing that smacks you around the head on Like A Woman is, first of all, that voice. It flutters with ease across octaves, showing a level of control on songs like Keep Me Sane that others would find enviable. The clockwork instrumentation around it almost feels needless, as Hill fills the room with so much ease and so much volume that it razes everything else around it.
There are moments where the album does fall into modern-day R&B stereotypes (enough with the trap beats, everyone) but Hill rises above it. There’s something hypnotic about her majesty on Cruel, more Kate Bush at times than a contemporary comparison. And the songs simply burst with life and love, First Time being an irresistible tour of her sound with perfect little modulations that never detract from its purity.
If this sounds all a bit saccharine and over-complimentary, try find us someone else who can deliver something like Arm’s Length and then a huge cinematic stormer like Lion within minutes. Kacy Hill is one hell of a talent, a robust voice that stands tall on its own and ought to be recognised as a personality at a time when the landscape could really do with one. Do it Like A Woman, people, and let that woman be Kacy Hill.