Rachel Sage has a new album out – her 10th– and on the strength of the few review tracks she’s released it’s gonna be a good one. Sage is a poet with a guitar, inherited; like a lot of her metaphorical pain and pure lyrical genius from her ex.
Her deceptively simple hum along feel good melodies hide some dark hidden depths and her breathy voice seduces the time away when listening to her lyrics which are heartbreakingly honest with a relentless streak of optimistic hope.
See her sing Abby would you wait for me here:
She’s playing in my car at the moment the perfect accompaniment to a long drive home and her music just grows on you, what seems a uncomplicated song really blossoms into something with great warmth. She’s a find. She was Café Nero’s artist of the month late last year so you may have heard her singing along while you were sipping Lattes and wondering why love never works out for you.
She has shared stages with Sarah McLachlan, Judy Collins, Marc Cohn, The Animals and Ani DiFranco, and was named one of the Top 100 Independent Artists Of The Past 15 Years by Performing Songwriter magazine. Her performances combine musicianship with between-song banter, what The New York Times recently dubbed Sage’s “inner Fanny Brice”
If you don’t know Sage, then keep up poppet, check her out, she’s touring the UK at the moment with Sadie and the Hotheads and releases her new album on 24th February, and I’d recommend getting along to see her and having a good old fashioned night out with a musician at ease with her music and with the rare ability to tease a tiny crack in your heart and poor her feelings into it, and leave you smiling and humming her songs on the way home.
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