Love>>>>BeBe BlacK

photo: The Camden Store

She's massively talented and still somehow unsigned.... but not for much longer. I am willing to bet my Chanel 2.55 on it. BeBe Black is a cool Weymouth born, London residing singer, with a voice that oozes so much vintage glamour and sassiness it's hard to remember your actually listening to this in 2011 but yet it's totally now. Her self composed genre, a magical mix of garage/gothic/pop with a smackling of french songstress, Edith Paif....Hot talent. She worked previously as a fashion stylist for Topshop Oxford Circus and was one half of the indie duo Bebe & Paulo who toured festivals last summer.

Bebe's first solo gig last night at Camden's heaving Lock Tavern became silenced when she started singing and even the hard to impress bar staff froze in awe. Her sound evokes yester year and gives you goosebumps. She owns stage presence by the bucketload. Her look is effortlessly hip meets bombshell. She has the kind of voice I feel like I should have been blessed with but don't. Boyfriend even turned to me and said "that's what you think you sound like isn't it? Well love, you really don't". Oh chortle bloody chortle.

Music big wigs, trend setters and fans filled the room. She started with my personal favourite, Railway Station, Bebe charmed as she played 5-6 haunting tunes with grace and ease for her onlooking, envious crowd. Hanging with her best/flat mate Nicola chatted afterwards and says the Bebster pens all these songs in her own boudoir, so as well as being musically gifted, she can write AND play it too. A star was for sure born in a leopard print maxi dress and some wicked creepers.



What I wore to Bebe's Gigette