Lights out. The voice, hushed and full, sings of private places and deep secrets. Hearing it is like a long, seductive and slightly sinister climb up winding stairs to a dark room where someone waits. Or, perhaps, lurks.
The music is not customary hit material. It is a little too odd and altogether too witchy for these flighty, dance-heavy times. But a first hearing of Sinead O'Connor might tempt anyone to believe that, for the moment, lite's out.
Her just released second album debuted in one trade publication at the very top of the charts. Her first single, a rhapsodic rendering...