Emilie Autumn describes her sound on this EP as “victoriandustrial” and—surprise, surprise—it’s an apt description.  Opheliac is composed of faux harpsichord, violin, eclectic programming, and steampunk rhythms that recall a fanciful nether-netherland where difference engines collide in the parlor over a cup of hemlock tea.  Autumn’s vocals run the gamut from sweet evocation to growling threat; thankfully, she seems to have abandoned the overly soulful approach she took on previous outings.  Interestingly, I detect a bit of a Morrissey influence in the downcast, yet witty, lyrics.  Truly, Emilie Autumn is a mad scientist who knows how to coax some life out of her prima materia.  Strap on your stomping boots and get ready for…a minuet.

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