"[...] her round Irish accent made the word seem even stranger, as if she were conjuring something otherworldly, only to vanquish it. [//...] She appeared accountable only to some internal voice—which meant we could be, too." (Amanda Petrusich for the New Yorker > CULTURE > Postscript, 16 jan '18; "The Ferocious, Sublime Dolores O’Riordan, of the Cranberries")

Now everything just sounds like intermission.