You can tell EMA thinks very highly of herself by the way she schmoozes the audience, her face constantly half covered by her hair, accompanied by some smeared eye makeup that give an impression of "I could care less." You can literally feel her music, the consistent bass making your hair stand on end, creating a "floating in space" atmosphere. Don't let her poetry-slam lyrics stop you from seeing this dark, eerie show. She visits on the back of a new record, The Future's Void, an appropriately nihilistic title. Because, like, whatever.