There’s no way around it; Emily Wells is the coolest entity ever. I dare anyone to make an argument to the contrary, it simply can’t be done.
She balks at contract offers and scoffs at record execs. She circumvented the need for a label by learning how to record and produce her own material.
She somehow shares the credentials of a classically trained musician and streetwise rhyme-smith.
She has an angelically dulcet voice with a whiskey back; think a cross between Joanna Newsome and the girl from Beach House. She simultaneously possesses the musical qualities of an ebullient kid in a candy store, as well as the cocksureness of a charging rhinoceros.
Live, she is a one woman production studio looping vocals, synth, strings, and whatever else you put in front of her to create rich textures, vocal harmonies and quixotic soundscapes.
I equal parts love her and loathe her. She is perfect
Article by, Kyle Kralowetz
Photo by Anne Carmack