These days, ethereal female singers could have their own aisle in your imaginary record store. This Australian siren would rate a life-size cutout at the entrance for the clarity of her vocals over strings and woodwinds, which glide deftly from counterweight to harmony. It’s debatable whether these songs would soar as they do without the dazzling orchestration. With it, they seize the senses. The title song is a seductive inducement to let the mind wander. Exotic keyboards and gathering drums support “Dear Mr. Heartless,” an elegy to careless love. Her penchant for consulting dreams when making decisions about men must drive them nuts. It works out for the listener.