She’s a straight-up storyteller with a voice to blow all others clean out of the water…20-year-old Scottish singer-songwriter Rachel Sermanni packs an almighty punch with her earthy folk melodies and dextrous fingerpicking.
Her hometown of Carrbridge ¬ with its rugged mountain backdrop in the heart of the Highland skiing fields ¬ is rife with creative potential and Rachel’s traditional folk lineage continues to pervade her work. But since upping sticks to Glasgow, her songs have also been shaped by new beginnings. “Jazz, folk, indie - all the spheres seem to meld together and there are no boundaries, which creates an incredibly healthy scene,” she says.
Rachel released her debut self-released ‘Black Currents’ EP on 6th February 2012. Produced by Communion marvel Ian Grimble, it showcases her unique talent through four beautiful tracks which at once conjure a kaleidoscopic reverie of sights and sounds.
There’s ‘Breathe Easy’ – a song built on a brave, a cappella backbone and fleshed out with a forthright strings and keys section – the dynamic ‘Black Current’ which rises and falls with an intoxicating swoon – and ‘Song To a Fox’ – a wintry hymn sculpted from haunting, spacious cries. That’s not forgetting lead track ‘The Fog’, with its larger-than-life chorus.
Rachel’s razor-sharp wit and natural affinity with any audience somehow belie her young age and have led to support slots with the likes of Elvis Costello, Ron Sexsmith and Michael Kiwanuka.
Here they come, stampede of egos
Wherever they go we go
A status made uncomfortable to feed
He expected muscles, I was sure that he was weak
Observing from the platform far beneath.
Hello sir, what can I do?
Are you looking for a booster; has your head deflated and you need a poor soul to butcher?
Here, take mine, I see you're hungry
And when you're done don't think just dump me.
Go go go and eat your fill then get out of my sight.
Superbia is sacrificed, stomachs to be saved.
'Move out my way please'
I have pride you're mortified
Out of us who's more polite?
I've worked up quite an appetite for you.
Ok sir, You're getting mad but it's not my fault you did it.
A service you don't understand, Dont you get the fact that you did it.
What is it that I should do?
Touch the floor and kiss your shoe?
They tell me it's nothing new, oh you just want a fight.
If I weren't in my uniform I'd tell you where to go: Up that hill and through that bush then maybe you would know.
I've sat up late quite traumatised with things that you have said so
Go go go and eat your fill then get out of my head.
Here they come, stampede of egos.
Wherever they go we go.
Here first, you first. Like dirt on your shoe.
I'm not, just not going to play along for you but still I apologise for things I didn't do.
Hold your breath
Hold it tight
Stare ahead, don't rise to fight.
Force a smile, don't let them know that inside you're about to blow...
The song is pretty self explanatory, but it's about working in a burger van for a week and nearly breaking down...
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