But the main problem with In the Lonely Hour-and all of Smith's music up to this point-is exactly the opposite: it feels like the record company has groomed him within an inch of his life. "I do it for the love," he insists on the chorus, and "You say, 'Could you write a song for me?'/ I say, 'I'm sorry I won't do that happily'" in the verse.
More importantly, however, he details his signing to the record label and his apparent unwillingness to kowtow to record label demands, attempting to set himself apart as a freethinker. (“I remember hearing ‘Latch’ and thinking, ‘No person can go through that many vocal ranges at one time without going through a computer,’ ” said one of his A&R reps in a recent feature.) That talent is central to "Money on My Mind", an itchy-feet drum'n'bass number with a chorus so high-pitched you might mistake Smith for a bird.
So why all the hubbub? If you've heard "Latch", you already know about that voice: Sam Smith possesses one hell of a set of pipes, able to go from a commanding lower register to an inhumanly high squawk in record time.
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