[/I] (‘T Street’) like a mightily pissed-off Edith Piaf.
As with Tricky‘s definitive moment ‘Maxinquaye’, the dichotomy is a powerful one. But you sense that this studied ice-cool approach has a sell-by date: all that hushed, deadpan sensuality, all that smoky neo-jazz, all those prog-dance figurative tones. In future, [a]Laika[/a] may have to inject some brazen brutality to keep this idea alive and well.