Ten years into her recording career and ten years on my radar have finally summed up Natasha Khan for me: all that shaped her persona had come before her debut, while all that came after have been watering that shape down ever since. The former half of that realisation involves the upshot of growing up as a half-Pakistani girl in Blighty; its development is rooted in those years during which the crude finger-pointed, called her names, or ignored her. The internal conversations that accommodated one girl's malaise, twisted into lyrics and melodies and had kept her going up to the point where she added some keyboard motifs and laid Fur and Gold down. Those experiences superseded the pop tag under her contract and dealt an almost eerie character in that first release of hers; they had even run on fumes up to Bat For Lashes'--more commercially inclined, yet still worthwhile--sophomore effort.
The latter involves what has been going on ever since, which, I guess, is pretty good for her livelihood but pretty bad for her moniker: moderate success and more people smiling at her. Oddly, what we've got here are plenty of sad poses in front of the lens and a sad 'were-to-be-wife' …show more content…
Even so, they both try to fool you with a sense of continuity, yet, unfortunately, The Bride reeks of only one true constant, and it was carefully disclosed from streams and Tube before the official release: melodrama that enlarges on the establishments of 2012's The Haunted Man. You know what? I'll oppose the bereaved bride following her around; I'll hazard an optimistic guess: She's going to get married before too long. And as concerns the belfry tenants... Yes, Natasha, it's time to shoo 'em away. Shoo,