Well This Is It, I'm Running Out Of Space. Here Is My Address And Number Just In Case.
Often billed as the female Nick Drake, Emiliana Torrini is, to me, more like Björk filtered through Roland Orzabal's refined pop eardrums. On her warmly intimate 2005 release Fisherman's Woman, it almost seems as though the engineers stumbled across a wood nymph with a six-string guitar sighing gently on the banks of a tumbling brook, set up their recording equipment, and then came back an hour later to hear what they had captured. This album is that intimate and hushed. These are songs that sneak into the listener's subconscious, lying in wait until the perfect spring day to surface in the form of a quiet hum or low whistle, sounding for all the world like a lullaby long forgotten or a folk song never written down. For your listening (dis)pleasure; the following are tracks culled from her XFM Live Session in June 2005
Emiliana Torrini: At Least It Was Me
Emiliana Torrini: Sunny Road
Emiliana Torrini: Heartstopper