Been having a listen to her first two albums this week.
It's been a while.
I must admit I did shed a little tear on occasion. What a voice she had.
I can normally put a semi coherent description to a voice, but hers is one I can't put my finger on.
She could sing happy fucking birthday and make it sound beautiful.
There are other good,
great singers with more range, lots of them, but not many have that ability to do the subtle vocal gymnastics within a song, or even a verse, or a line in a song, that she could do.
Whisper and shout in one word, angry and happy the next.
Sometimes I feel she tells you she loves you in that quiet, melancholic way, just so she can bollock you for something completely unrelated that happened 200 years ago..
Imagine being in the studio hearing those first few recordings, you'd be gobsmacked I imagine.
She had a certain innocence in the first few years of her career, gave her all, but quickly realised the cesspit she was getting involved with.
I get the impression she didn't ever realise how good she was, or how much she was loved, a reluctant hero perhaps.
RIP angry angel x