From Lady Sings the Blues to Lady in Satin. It's a circle that's nearly complete. The way her voice is almost cradled by the orchestra in some of these tracks is almost heartbreaking. Almost, but there's too much beauty to properly shed a tear.

There's still a languid, opioid haze to many of the tracks, but the softness of the strings and the, yes, satin tones of Billie's vocals let it wash all over you. This is really the end of an era. The last album to be released during her lifetime. And a change from the classic songbook choices, to tracks which are less familiar, but no less beguiling. It's a classic, as simple as that, like Frank or Ella, or Elvis. It's just what she wanted, essentially. And why shouldn't she get to do her own thing?

Love is tearful, or it's gay

It's a problem or it's play

It's a heartache either way

But beautiful

And I'm thinking if you were mine

I'd never let you go

And that would be but beautiful I know