It starts with a simple thought of arresting clarity, especially coming from a singer whose recorded career had largely been spent singing in a made-up language. Elizabeth Fraser, of the Cocteau Twins, coos a delicate “love, love …
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Liz Fraser has always disturbed me. Kate Bush‘s high, reedy voice was always endearingly pixilated, but Fraser, with her spooky operatic range, seemed slightly sinister.