21-year-old Georgia singer Jarrod Milton’s “Chromatic” plays like bittersweet memory—beautiful because it happened, sad because it’s gone. This pretty melancholia comes in the little details—the soundtrack of a romantic adventure, the way light reflects off a car dashboard—and in Milton’s voice, raw and still in need of training, but aching and honest. Undercooked charm makes “Chromatic” feels like a fleeting window into private thoughts, the unfiltered creation of a young artist writing what feels necessary, not what he imagines the prospective audience wanting to hear. That success also comes in the naked directness of producer Chris Indigo’s restrained backdrop.
Even though “Chromatic” suggests a need for more practice and refinement of craft, its sincerity and flashes of prettiness make it admirable.