In the Guardian write up of this, Charlotte Higgins(described as the "Chief arts writer") describes Susan Philipsz' piece as consisting of recordings of "her own pleasant, but untrained, voice".
    The implications of that "but", oozing with elitist, over-educated, snobbish, metropolitan and shinily confident arrogance untroubled by any hint of self-awareness, is breathtakingly vomit-inducing.