Sing a little ditty with Sadie, the all singing all dancing queen of the burgeoning underground show tunes scene. Her songs hark back to the war years, a simpler time, when singing prowess was often overlooked favouring instead sharp and biting lyrics centred on drinking, dancing and prostitutes long passed their used by date, sung and danced with all the skill and execution of Florence Foster Jenkins. No newcomer Sadie has been performing various song and dance acts since she was a very small child. For the first time her talents are available for your enjoyment in the home. Her debut EP song for swingers gives you 14 minutes of sheer brilliance that will have you taping while doing the dishes and other household chores. See how it all began for her and stream Sadie’s debut performance at plover idle singing ‘Lets Call Her Lil’.

Meet Sadie – hailing from the East Coast, she’s just your average all-singing, all-dancing cabaret fruitcake. With her OTT cat scratch voice and brash, nihilistic attitude, she reminds us just why the depression was named so – her spiky little showtunes are like gems gathering dust, on a mantle-piece in some far-off locale. She is so removed from everything that’s going on in pop today yet still she remains uniquely captivating and her tunes have all the dirty attraction of old-time jazz. She is one part Poly Styrene to one part Eraserhead radiator lady – she’s beauty and beast combined. Watch out for her tap shoes because it’d surely sting like a bee if she swung a roundhouse to your shins. Not very really ‘ladylike’ now, but thank heaven’s Sadie’s here to smash your expectations channeling all the misplaced cheeriness of the 1930s. A timeless oddball with no limits and limited dignity. Time machines do so exist!
by Adrian Trajstman, mess+noise magazine.