
Polly Scattergood's minimalistic electro evolves gradually and sinisterly into a cacophony of dark, reeling ecstasy which is usually reserved only for states of heavy medication. Her poetic lyrical prowess is quick fire, her voice ethereal and sumptuous but will passionately almost growl and spit out her proclamations at times. Passion seems to be an important concept for Ms. Scattergood. Every song is imbued with an unusual degree of intense and tempestuous feeling, demanding your full and undivided attention. She seems to come from that most noble of lineage which includes the like of Bjork and Kate Bush (and obviously, I [...]