“And that’s the ‘needless to say’ part,” he said softly. “Needless to say, she’s talented. But what’s worth saying is how she’s weaponized intimacy. In an era of overblown stadium pop and tortured-poet verbosity, Sabrina offers the audio equivalent of a gossip session on a plush velvet couch. She’s not yelling at you to feel something. She’s leaning over, touching your elbow, and whispering, ‘You won’t believe what happened last night.’”