My first and final word on ERB's singing is that it's all technique and no soul. Lots of flash via riffing and adlibbing, not in service the song, but solely for self-flattery and attracting applause. She's the theatre kid who over-acts to win over the idiot's idea of what an actor is, the schoolgirl who writes 1,000 words for her essay when 200 would suffice, the amateur cook certain that all there is to baking a cake is sugar and icing. She's addicted to her own farts, and the smell gets on everything she sings.
Power without restraint, technique without taste - that is what I think of when I hear the name Elizabeth Rose Bloodflame.