Leona, as if beamed through a Star Trek transporter, is now barely visible behind a charcoal vocal booth curtain, singing a song no one has mentioned, a soaring reverie over mournful piano and strings, called Blank Page. “I am a blaaaaaank page,” she serenades, a soul-bending power lilt somewhere between SinÃ©ad O’Connor and Barbra Streisand, “waiting for life to start.” It might just do for Leona what Someone Like You has done for Adele.
Most intriguingly, there’s the stunning trip-hop of Trouble (“It’s very London,”), as if Kate Bush in 1979 was transported through a pop Tardis to front Massive Attack in 1991. Her spectral vocal imploring “I’m a whole lot of trouble.”
Leona: It’s definitely true,” she smiles. “I am a whole lot of trouble.