Her voice, that beautiful instrument that shares a genetic lineage with her sister, Moya Brennan, is lost in turgid overdubs and indiscriminate oceans of reverb. Then there are times, more with each album, until Dark Sky Island, where she can be trite, even clunky with dated sounds and over-produced, clotty arrangements. Her music is meticulously crafted, her voice a heaven-sent instrument. There are times when she goes to a higher plane, an ecstatic, floating cloud of sound that exists between worlds ancient, future and imagined. I have a certain ambivalence toward Enya. Enya floats in waves of reverberation and synthesizer pads, her multi-tracked voice cascading around her like silken eddies. And when directors can’t get Enya, they just imitate her, like the score to Titanic. Whether heard in American Express ads or the movie, “The Age of Innocence,” her ethereal choirs and Celtic cadences seem suited to almost any mood. The voice of Enya has become ubiquitous on television commercials and film soundtracks. Enya-The 10th Icon of Echoes: 5 Best Albums
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