You can take for granted a few things in any Enya song: the instruments will sound canned, everything will be drenched in reverb, and her voice, multitracked to oblivion, will steal the show. It is ...

In a year pitched to endless anxiety and rife with perilous unknowns, I have spent a tremendous amount of time thinking about Enya. Maybe it is because the Irish musician born Eithne Pádraigín Ní ...