Let the Victoriandustrial revolution begin….

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I’ve been a follower of Emilie Autumn for a few years now. I first became aware of her when someone on Live Journal posted a track from her album Enchant. I fell in love with her voice, violin and harpsichord playing instantly. To this day, What If? remains one of my favourite tracks by Autumn.

Her striking appearance, jarring violin and bold voice demand attention.

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Autumn describes her music as “Victoriandustrial” and it’s not difficult to understand why. Her songs are filled with tales of insane asylums, suicides and stifled women.

She delivers these themes in a disturbing flurry of of vitriol, more than adequately backed up by her electric violin and hammering harpsichord. At other times, she approaches them with a sing-song voice and droll harpsichord accompaniments. This is demonstrated to perfection in Marry Me:

Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then
Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when
I was in his bed, and my father had sold me
I knew I hadn’t any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and
When I’m beheaded at least I was wedded
And when I am buried at least I was married
I’ll hide my behavior with wine as my savior

But, oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
Especially since I’ll soon be dead

Marry me, he said, god, he’s ugly, but fortune is ours
Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers
Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thigh
So that I can pretend that I’m menstru…well, unavailable
My life is arranged but this union’s deranged
So I’ll fuck who I choose for I’ve nothing to lose
And when master’s displeased I’ll be down on my knees again

Oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
Especially since I’ll soon be dead

When dining on peacock I know I won’t swallow
Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow
We’re coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger
Or at least until husband finds someone younger
Yes, fertilization is part of my station
I laugh as he drabs me in anticipation
Of sons who will run things when I’m under covers
But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover’s!

But, oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
Especially since I’ll soon be dead
What beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
So why do I wish I was…

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I love Emilie Autumn’s sense of the theatrical. I’ve not had the pleasure of seeing her perform live, but from what I’ve seen online, her gigs are pure Vaudeville.

This extends to her albums and EPs. The designs are always lavish and decorated with her pictures of leeches are scribbled down lyrics. Buying any Emilie Autumn merchandise always feels like a treat.

In fact, I currently have a pre-order down for the delicious deluxe edition of her album, Opheliac:

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I really am looking forward to learning a bit more about Emilie Autumn. From what I have read, despite her considerable gifts, she was often singled out and bullied for the way she dressed and for daring to experiment with her music and seek her own style. The fact that she rose above all this and is having considerable success now, is probably the best revenge she could ever dish out!

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