When real things happen to imaginary people

(And for those of you who now reflexively roll your eyes at me for that sort of subjectline, NO, this post is NOT about the pretty boys in eyeliner that I tend to witter on about. So there.)

Thanks to a recommendation from djeternaldarkne, I ordered the latest CD from Emily Autumn. Her music is this odd cross between Rasputina and Tori Amos, with some touches of the Dresden Dolls.

Anyway, Emily Autumn. I at one point owned a copy of Enchant, which was her previous CD. It was interesting, but it didn't quite grab me. It veered too close to twee, and not close enough to quirky. However, Opheliac is heavy on the quirky, thank goodness. In fact, Opheliac sounds like what I think tattered and murderous Victorian dollies would sing.

( Blather blather ooh, I like her makeup too! Blather blather )