Emilie Autumn, Bloody Crumpets and Wayward Victorian Girls

13 April 2011

Photo: my own.

As you may have gathered, I listen to a lot of music while writing – not just because I love music but also because I find it inspires me. On my writing playlist right now is a lot of Mesh, Delphic, Kasabian, Florence and the Machine, Lady Gaga (yes, seriously), Muse, Curve, The Dead Weather and Hurts. I’ve also just discovered Sleigh Bells (where have you been all my life) but they don’t really fit with the etherial, romantic yet dramatic feel that I am trying to imbue my book with!

Photo: my own.

Photo: my own.

Top of the list though is Emilie Autumn and if you love Marie Antoinette, history, pink hair and Victorian Prostitutes and haven’t got Emilie Autumn on your playlist then you are seriously missing out!

I am a huge Emilie Autumn fan. It’s a bit embarrassing really as it is probably the closest thing to a girl crush that I have going on. It’s hard to describe Emilie’s music, which is definitely NOT something to be embarrassed about as it is marvellous to both listen to and behold – think industrial goth rock with Victorian vaudeville, virtuoso violin playing and the whiff of laudanum and lunatic asylums and you have, kind of, the right idea!

Her songs cover topics like mad Victorian girls, murder victims, Ophelia, Catherine Howard, disappointed brides, Anne Boleyn and Rapunzel. How can you resist?

Photo: my own.

Photo: my own.

We went to see her play with her chums, the Bloody Crumpets in Bristol in April 2008 and had a great time along with my fellow Plague Rats (I can’t resist anyone who calls their fans this). Dave took dozens of photos but you would probably all throttle me if I posted them all, so I restricted myself to some of the best! There’s one of Emilie and I together when I met her after the show but I was enormously up-duffed with Oscar at the time so wasn’t looking my pink haired best, plus I look a bit scared which is odd as she was LOVELY and painted one of my fingernails black and also signed my hand, which made me all sad when I had to wash it off.

I also promised to dedicate my book to her – so I’d best finish it, hadn’t I?

Photo: my own.

Photo: my own.

Photo: my own.

Photo: my own.

If you want to hear more by Emilie Autumn and her Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls then for starters I recommend:

Opheliac.

Swallow.

Let The Record Show.

Marry Me. (This is a Catherine Howard one, Tudors fans.)

Or you could just do as I did and download everything she ever did from iTunes in a moment of extreme extravagance. This was before I decided to become an impoverished writer, starving in my garret surrounded by the aforementioned plague rats and woebegone misery obviously…

Photo: my own.