Tonight, Matthew, I’m going to be [a]Bjork[/a]. Only with shuffling, shivering techno-folk tunes rather than gleaming electronica. And nakedly personal lyrics rather than cryptic
nursery
rhymes…
It can’t be much fun being [a]Emiliana Torrini[/a], an Icelandic native on the same label as the country’s biggest pop
star, with a soundalike lusty voice and flinty phrasing. But look beyond the obvious reference points and this is a truly splendid record, as tender as a fresh bruise, as intimate as reading someone’s private diary.
Torrini‘s version of the Edith
Piaf/Billie Holiday standard ‘If You Go Away’ is especially raw, drunk on grief.
Stephen Dalton