She was one of our hotly-tipped selections at the end of last year (before she pulled a Prince and was the artist formerly known as simply 'Twigs'), and now the London-based FKA Twigs is definitely proving herself to be 'one to watch'. The Gloucestershire-born songstress wowed us with her trip-hop laced future-pop. Bearing a slight resemblance to Empress Of, Braids, Banks and Grimes, she bleeds a kind of neon-'90s noise, draped in glassy beats and a tsunami of synth smog.

Her Young Turks (The xx, Sampha) debut, labelled EP2, features work from the acclaimed Venezuelan produceral wunderkind Arca - who worked on four cuts from Yeezus. Opener 'How's That' was co-written by the knob-twiddler. It's a luxurious, seductive effort with a Portishead-meets-Jessie Ware atmosphere and vibrant percussion; everything's distorted, warped beyond the usual confines of PBR&B into a heady bonfire of dimmer switch raunch. Her quivering vocals ignite boudoir earthquakes: "How's that feel?/ How's that... how's that feel?"

Other efforts are similarly stunning. 'Papi Pacify' is garlanded with threshed samples and baritone harmonies. The beats slink in an off-kilter rhythm and it's difficult to lock down a pulse to dance to without jerking erratically, but given the subdued, emotional zone Twigs writhes within, she may not want you to. Built on the relationship between a prostitute and a partner, 'Water Me' contains a more caustic streak. It's not exactly hydrochloric, but the throbs and creaks form a front line rather than hanging back, and rather than the pace meandering, there's a hypnotic tick-tock snare. Twigs' usual hushed voice bears anxiety and a complex narrative: "He won't make love to me now/ not now I've set a fee/ he said it's too much in pounds/ I guess I'm stuck with me." It'll crush your aorta.

It may only be four tracks, but EP 2 feels like a lifetime of agony, romance and sex. The stretched sounds and crackling words move like treacle - they're sweet but slow. If we had a proper balls-out belter poised at making you dance, you'd have people clamouring to drape awards on it; however, the palette remains predominantly sedentary. It's not an issue by any means, and after the EP's done and dusted, you'll definitely feel like you've got your money's worth. It's a beautiful bout of heartbreak via Twigs' honeyed vox and slithering synths. It's a display of sublime balladry.