Grinning and glittering, Wallace sashays up to the mic tonight and instantly grabs hold of your face and ears. This is super soulful stuff, futuristic and timeless all at the same time – what a damn voice that is. There are shoulder-shaking tunes here in spades, but most importantly, there’s that set of vocal chords to go with it. Impressive? Better believe it.
See a full photo set of Wallace here
Meanwhile, as everyone else is tripping out to Tame Impala at the Opera House, those that knows are down at the sold-out – on a Wednesday! – Newtown Social Club watching Sampa The Great blowing the damn doors off. Oh mother, what a show this is. Even ignoring the fact that this show comes with a free 7″” to the early birds for the knock-off price of a mere fifteen bucks, this set alone would be cheap at twice the price. So much fun, so much soul, so much room-shaking rhythm… it’s hard to pin the damn thing down.
It’s not quite hip-hop despite the ruthless flow; it’s not quite soul despite the three-piece of backing singers (including Wallace); it’s damn near pop given it’s so danceable; it’s close to bothering Flaming Lips in its joyful, soaring, spacey wonder. Put her up there next to Tkay Maidza and Koi Child for the ability to start a party from a cold open. Put her up there next to – no kidding – Erykah Badu and Lauren Hill and, hell, Polyphonic Spree for the ability to knock out a huge range of foot-twitching killers, and to do it with the most infectious smile you’ve ever seen. Boom, landed it – time to get on board.
See a full photo set of Sampa The Great here