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26 year old Australian Sabrina Orwin (vocals, guitar) and her sidekick Rudy Sandapa (backing vocals, keys) go by the stage name of Sabrina. And boy do they go! As well as performing well in numerous competitions they’ve attracted nominations for this that and of course the other too, and in terms of what the future surely holds for Sabrina well, they’ve only just begun.
Sabrina effortlessly summons the collective spirit of Joan Armatrading, Minnie Ripperton and Denise Johnson as she graciously shifts between her emotive wailing and delicately delivered deliberations of an idealistic and impossible existence. The simplistic and sublime musical accompaniment sets the stage for Sabrina to do her thing, beautifully accentuating her unique talent with its open accessibility.
So, put your feet up, crack open the Bacardi and watch the rainfall from your darkened room and if you’re tired of hearing that Macy Gray, Tracy Chapman or perhaps your McKay CD… get into this, the sooner the better!