So-called “Download Diva” continues musical exploration of the waking dream
.Suspend your disbelief for a moment and try to imagine the musical grayscale between Kate Bush’s Hounds of Love, Peter Gabriel’s late Genesis/early-solo era, the entirety of The Cocteau Twins’ catalog and Beth Orton’s Trailer Park.
This almost approaches the casserole of sound on British singer/songwriter Imogen Heap’s third solo release, Ellipse
Calling Heap’s music “ethereal” is somewhat akin to labeling The Cure’s
oeuvre “moody”: Heap toys with vocals—shapes, timbre, harmonies,
surface texture—in a manner unheard since the salad days of Tori Amos.
On Ellipse she presents mini-symphonies of herself, with vocoders and
Auto-Tuned versions of her helium-filled voice floating in and out of
songs that glide—the amazing “Canvas,” the magic patchwork quilt of
“Earth”—more than they drive.