The Guardian
Unadorned, often unaccompanied save for acoustic or electric guitar, and by turns terrifyingly intimate and intensely rich, Anna B Savage’s singing has a florid, balletic tone that Rolling Stone rightly labelled “unforgettable”. Daughter of two professional classical singers, she could easily have followed in their footsteps but chose pop and poetry instead. Savage is an excellent lyricist, sketching spare and unforgiving vignettes, mulling over romantic illusion and disillusion, a writer’s fear of the page, and the consolations of a bullet vibrator.