Vince Leigh’s Single Review: Lovers by Grace Fuller
By Vince Leigh (Ex drummer of Pseudo Echo, Tina Arena and John Farnham) of Australian Radio Promotion for Sheldon Ang Media
Grace Fuller drags the dust of Dubbo into Sydney’s gleaming tumult, toting her guitar and a duffel bag of dreams. She stands there, spotlit and alone, spilling songs that sound like memories. Lovers isn’t just another ditty; it’s a pledge, a bold cartograph of her past and the uncharted wilds she’s set to roam. Listening to Grace, you catch Joni’s timbre lurking in the vocal breaks, Olivia Rodrigo’s gutsy new-world swagger standing tall. Yet, she’s not some carbon copy; Grace is stitching her idols into the seams of something fierce and all her own. On any given night, with the boards under her boots,
Grace is more than a singer—she’s a channeler of truths, wrangling the intimate and the infinite into a singular electric charge. Her vibe hypnotizes, a mix of the mystical and the bone-deep real. She’s not just singing; she’s testifying about the wrenches and raptures of the everyday with a blade-sharp sincerity that hooks right into your gut. Whether belting anthems on cricket fields or cutting through the din of Oktoberfest, Grace doesn’t just perform; she ascends.
Each strum, each syllable, each breathless halt is a deep dive into the psyche, her own and the collective’s. Lovers stands unyielding, a bulwark of song. Her strings—both the steel and the nylon—circle her stories, spinning a sound dense with narratives waiting to bust loose. Grace Fuller isn’t your garden-variety songbird; she’s more like a craftsman, chiselling away at the edifice of sound until something raw and brilliant emerges. When you tune in to her, you’re not just picking up vibrations from a wunderkind; you’re eavesdropping on an artist who’s both a reflection of the now and a flashlight pointing straight into the murk of tomorrow. Her music doesn’t flow; it breaks the banks, a torrent of her own making.
