With pop gurus now cookie cutting retro sounding girls to fill the top of our charts eversince Winehouse pissed her career up the wall, today people approach female crooners with a new sense of Brit-School-Media-Trained-dread.

That’s why Stephanie McKay is such a welcomed change of air. No filtered bullshit, no feigned accent, no ‘raised-in-Dorset-singing-like-your-from-Memphis’ claptrap.

McKay’s proper. The Real McKay as it were (sorry, I’m a sucker for puns). Working with the greats (Spinna, Mos Def, Roy Hargrove etc)), growing up in the Bronx, not only singing like she means it, but singing like she knows about it. Check her tunes on her website. Genuinely sounding like 70′s soul, not some watered-down Mark Ronson preset ridden tunage, harking back to the crispness of old school hip hop and the grit of funk-era, Miss McKay ticks all these boxes without trying to. Stephanie McKay fucking rules. There I said it. Sorry. I apologise. But she does. And you NEED to see her live.

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