Marchelle had dropped a bit of her murder ballad attitude, but she was still super hot, with her impeccable blonde brushing, black leather fringe jacket and high heels western boots, and her so-called ‘Junkyard country’ turned to be a bit more hopeful and less dark than last time, with gospelic back-up vocals
‘It’s about the hubris of a man who sees himself, undoubtedly, as a Marquee Man, above that of even Brando or Sinatra. He has blind ambition and confidence in his looks and aptitude.’
Marchelle describes her music as ‘junkyard country’ and her tunes as ‘the simple songs about those feelings of longing for someone you can’t hold onto or seem to let go of against one’s better judgment’. One of her songs will probably end up on the soundtrack of some cool TV hip series
