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Eddi Front专辑介绍：Her music has the smoky ambience of film noir. While we're waiting to see if Lana Del Rey had a fluke first year or whether she's a long-term artist with a great second (and third, and fourth) album in her, here's Eddi Front to keep her noir-chanteuse seat warm. She is bound to receive comparisons with Lana Del Rey. In fact, she already has received comparisons with her, hence the confidence of our assertion. We don't know what her real name is, but she was Eddi Lines for a while and, before that, Ivana XL. Like Lizzie Grant, she doesn't just arrive fully formed, she's been making music for a while. She was apparently born in Las Vegas ("apparently" because in these instances a fictional backstory is a given) and moved a lot with her mother "for many different reasons". She went to art college in Savannah, Georgia, where she studied painting for a year before heading back to New York where she began waitressing and playing shows. These days, she says, she spends her time "in fear of darkness and getting mugged while holed up in NYC". And though she accepts that there is a film-noir ambience to her music, she denies she is overtly influenced by the past. "I really try to not reference the past in my music," she says. "I think it might sound 'old' because I prefer to use real instruments." Of her favourite musicians, which range from Scott Walker to Smog, the ones whose influence you can actually discern in her songs include Lucinda Williams, Billie Holiday and Nina Simone – when asked what song, from any era or genre, she wishes she'd written, she chooses Don't Smoke in Bed. Front's music strives for that simplicity and solemnity, that eerie, dusty charm, and the choking sense of sadness of a woman repeatedly scorned, surviving – just – with dignity intact. The track that's been earning her a lot of attention, Gigantic, has a similar devastated feel to Simone's. Against stark piano and slithers of acoustic guitar, Front sweetly and huskily details the end of an affair like someone on the numb, other side of pain. "I'll crawl out of this hole soon enough," she sings, and it turns out to have been more than a relationship – it was a marriage. "I'll take my ring off, sell the car …" Not that there are any hard feelings: "I wish you hell," she adds, chillingly, comparing love to addiction ("I've always been slow to get off of some drugs/ To let go of some loves"). She explained recently: "It's a break-up song. Well, it was a particularly difficult break up." Her three other songs are very much in the same deep blue vein. Texas features sombre piano with an undertow of synthy menace over which Front's cute multi-tracked nicotine rasp breathes wantonly about "eating bananas and riding a big black stallion" like a less ethereal, more hot'n'horny Julee Cruise – fully expect this music to be described as Lynchian. Superhero Style is another piano ballad, and the seamless transition from track to track either suggests a paucity of imagination or a coherence of vision. More likely the latter, pointing towards a debut album with a uniformly desolate mood. Did we say Lynch? We meant Francis Ford Coppola, because with its forlorn trumpet this one's from the heart. Into My Arms is a cover of a Nick Cave song, the one about the interventionist God, but you don't need to be an all-seeing deity to tell Front's going places, dark or otherwise.