And I utter this with not a small dose of abashment but I want to get it out of way first: it *does* sound like middle-aged divorcee torch-country. There, I’ve said it. Steel guitars,cymbal brushes, a touch of keyboard demo-mode samba. But then we know full well that this is k.d.’s remit. The important point here is that I still want to listen to her, because - by God - no-one in the world sings like she does (i.e. like melted, high-quality chocolate being poured over a mahogany Steinway that was hand-shaped by James Bond.) Happily, this 4-disc retrospective of 25 years also contains the stuff I adore, namely the Cohen/Siberry/Young covers. Lang’s sumptuous vocals spin out such recondite lyrics and quirky melodies into almost mystical incantations, leaving anyone within earshot helpless with delight.