[on her favorite singer:
Dusty Springfield] "There were no traces of black in her singing, she's not mimetic... She has a pure silvery stream." Silvery, I like that. I've always thought if Dusty's voice was a colour, it was silver. There is so much air in every note, and although the sound is rich, it has none of the chocolatey-brown of, say,
Karen Carpenter's. It seems to exist higher up, almost suspended above our heads, literally transcendent. You look up to Dusty's voice, in every sense.
Neil Tennant pointed to the emotional tension in her singing, saying there's "an intensity and desperation to her voice that's fantastically sensual".