Jeremih Felton is the quiet one in the R&B domain. Over the course of his previous two albums, the Chicago singer has shaped a spot for himself within that particular kingdom which is very much at odds with the prevailing narrative.
Instead of shouts and swagger, Felton favours introspection and isolation. The evocative use of space and sleek minimalism on his pristinely produced third album draws you in - as much because of what’s missing as what’s there.
Others would be tempted to overload songs like Out, Drank and especially the showstopper Paradise with extra fixtures and fittings, but Felton prefers the more unencumbered approach to songcraft.
Late Nights is an album that was never designed to stand out from the crowd but does so by virtue of the strong, singular and evocative vision of the man on the cover.
