Despite the odd weak moment, Maher knows exactly what she’s doing as she plays to her strengths: meticulous songwriting, mellifluous vocals and smooth acoustics which never sound hectic or affected. Her touch is easy and assured.

The songs seem familiar at first – typical singer-songwriter fare – but on repeat listening the tunes take hold and the nature of the conversational lyrics settle to reveal the balmy profundity beneath the facade. As one would expect from a blues-country and folk balladeer, the ballads are memorable, deeply felt and sometimes dramatic.

Maher’s songs sit somewhere floating on thin air to a picnic on a village green, lilting love and poking a toe into a tepid ocean. All this while her soothingly gentle voice paints pictures over wafting guitars and slick compositions that have both a blissful naiveté and yet a profound dejection.

Ultimately, Fallen Angels is filled with music that lends itself to moments of solitude where one lets one’s mind drift under Maher’s tender caress.