"Be who you say you are/let your actions speak for you/not your mouth/no not your mouth.’ cause I believe your actions before your words..." Sorry, Charlie from My Own Skin.
Don't let the package fool you. Despite the waif-like appearance, Zaba Grace is not a Disney band-in-a-box replica spewing lyrical teen angst. The music is real, and sometimes raw, and rather than plucking a few heart strings, it rips the organ out whole.
At times an adult lamentation and others a discarnate reverie, the debut album, My Own Skin, runs the gamut of human emotion. From the plaintive cries of hold me, hold me, hold me/let me cry, let me be how I need to be in "How I Feel" to the in-your-face indignation of "God" to the hopeful strains of "Free," My Own Skin delivers a musical tapestry of what it means to be mortal, and resonates across genre boundaries.
-Mary Sparks Gray