Good things come in small packages: Sabrina is the master of disaster, the reason for the season, the rock in your boot, the ciggy butt in your beer. She’s got the kind of voice that makes you feel like a sissy and that makes you want to go back to your room and play on your DS again, and forget you were ever involved in this playing-loud-music caper.

“..a huge, shape-shifting voice – a surprise, coming from this pint-sized, friendly woman – she’s a dazzling guitar player and a composer of ambitious, complex songs that reach far beyond simple verse-chorus-solo format.. Sydney Morning Herald