Emiliana Torrini may come gift-wrapped and gleaming, replete with bow and curly-q smile. But beneath the overall cuteness of her manner, there’s a girl who likes to party. She even admitted it to the audience, referring to a period in her life when she first moved from her small island (Iceland) to England and raged all the time, party all night, party all the day, rendering that life passage as a blurred memory trapped in her songs. But she is so darn “cute,” probably the audience can’t imagine her tossing beers and party drugs down the hatch.

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