Somewhere between Jazz, Folk, Gospel and Americana there’s an area of music that
doesn’t have a name. With a cartographer’s attention to detail, Kirsty McGee has
spent the past fifteen years and seven albums mapping this place, tracking the
common origins of song.
A wandering maverick and spellbinding live performer with a voice that has been
described as having the texture of smoke & velvet, McGee’s output seeks to satisfy a
ravenous musical curiosity which has taken her from the midnight watermelon
sellers of Odessa, Ukraine to The Bluebird Cafe in Nashville and the coarse, hot
sand of the Mojave Desert.