She Said

Take Johnny Cash, the Doors, the Velvet Underground, mix em up and add a big dash of originality and a singer so distinctive you can't take your eyes off her and you get She Said...

Standing stock-still and black- clad, Dominique Noiret casts long shadows. Her band She Said are pall-bearers of a sound so unbelievably dark a thousand Berlin smackheads are about to have their lives enriched forever.

Brighton-based and of French extraction, Noiret’s voice is that of someone whose world is unavoidably monochrome. It’s the spirit of Nico, Grace Slick, Johnny Cash and Edith Piaf; a voice that has seen too much, but spoken little about it. Until now.

Backed by three rake-skinny virtuosos with near-telepathic ability, her death-knell debut single ‘Black Leather’ creaks and groans under the weight of the world, a funereal mariachi march through some self-created hinterland. ‘Dark Angel’ and ‘200 Years’ swing – and they swing like a corpse with its footstool kicked away – from rockabilly to country to whisky-sozzled loathing without so much a trace of smudged lipstick.

She Said are a nail hammered through the fake synthetic colours of the modern world, a tongue in your ear, a sound so timeless and instantly evocative that we might have just witnessed our own Velvet Underground - but, crucially, without the tiresome posturing that usually goes with such an accolade.
She Said. And everyone listened…
BEN MYERS

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