Flippant vocal flourishes and macabre electronics are maybe not what people would expect from her second album, given the ballsy drops of her debut, but it flows well.
Dva is a progression from what has gone before. It is perhaps slightly too long and lacks anything as thrilling as Drop The Other, but it nevertheless represents Emika as a fascinating artist with immeasurable promise.
The debut is the one with the hits that draw you into her dark mood, while DVA is the sludgy one you sink into and wallow in for a while.
Despite the change in direction she has undertaken, the album definitely contains some of the more prominent sonic anchor points that mark it out wholeheartedly as an Emika production.
If she were to assimilate the finest points of DVA with the confidence and innovation of her debut, minds could be blown. For now though, her ambition seems a little forced.
Though it's often lost in the overwrought emotions of Dva, her gift for sound remains even when she overshoots the mark.
In Dva, Emika may be aspiring to a larger scale of pop, but for the most part this only serves to amplify her flaws.