Dark, rich, sultry are adjectives that can’t possibly touch what this seemingly shy girl projects from her mouth. When I called her a better sounding Sheryl Crow, Megan cracked up and said she had been associated with her before.
Each song is a well-crafted story that captures a piece of the listener’s capacity to love, lose, and overcome while growing up.
I had no idea I was sharing a class with Berklee’s best-kept secret. Jenna's five song EP is a bright ray of sunshine on a cloudy day.
Rachel Borovik, who released her debut record last month at the world-renowned Wally's Jazz Cafe, is part 50's lounge singer and part R&B radio starlet, with some neo-soul to wash it down.
You hear her voice and you go: man! You see her photo and you go: huh? It’s a common occurrence for Merrily James, a slender girl with a gigantic voice, who could give Jill Scott a run for her money.
Zac Taylor is the antidote to indie-rock’s substantive bankruptcy. A clean-cut Georgia boy, his debut LP, Salesman is straightforward guitar-driven pop/rock.
Smith’s punchy and, at times, gritty vocal delivery finds a balance between Alanis Morissette’s confessional attitude and Ingrid Michaelson’s bubble gum charm.
If I were a music publisher, I would snatch up Alicia Lemke in a heartbeat.