
EMIKA Other practitioners of doom are often found simply gazing at their shoes, as they wallow in their XX -induced depression, some try to scare you with their masks and mystery, but not Emika. She is as brooding and as heavy as anyone you've heard, from Portishead 's industrial paranoia, to DJ Shadow 's damp basement, to Burial 's bleak urban sadness. However, her outstanding vocals, that flick and skim back and forth are like silk on a razor blade. On occasion she has a kind of ghostly, banshee eroticism in her [...]