Natalie Prass Wistfully Charms at The Troubadour

Natalie Prass enthralled in every way last Saturday at The Troubadour, alongside Stella Donnelly.

Coming off the heels of her follow-up studio album, The Future and the Past, Natalie Prass’ words and melodies have been on heavy rotation since the sophomore’s arrival in June. The singer-songwriter’s soulful textures that drip in funk and pop-fusions have resonated to the personal dwellings within Prass, to the political climate that is inescapable. Saturday night Prass and her ensemble moved swiftly from bright piano bursts, danceable grooves, to dreamy licks. Paired with Australian artist, Stella Donnelly, The Troubadour was a night of charm and delight.

Stella Donnelly (Janette Ayub, GUM)

Donnelly’s brass sense of humor welcomed the early crowd as they awaited for Prass. Armed with only a guitar and wit for days, Donnelly’s control of the venue truly stuck out. Playfully crooning and painting a scene of a bad tinder date — “He called me a hipster because I have a fringe and read books” — Donnelly’s repertoire of stories stole the first hour and dressed the dim establishment. “Boys Will Be Boys” struck a somber nerve, noting this was written before the me too movement, and collected an untold strength. “Women rape themselves” exhausted itself with Donnelly’s vocals and slow, electric plucks. “Mechanical Bull” soon picked things up as she dedicated the track to the bar staff, gearing approval from the back and stirring excitement for Prass.

Natalie Prass (Janette Ayub, GUM)

Within minutes the venue collected more individuals who assimilated between sets and beer drinks. With comfort and ease Prass and her ensemble took to the stage and immediately dove into the funky “Oh My.” Prass moved with grace and eloquently sung each line, riveting alongside heavy, bass riffs. Primarily belting out tracks from The Future and the Past, such as The Fire” and “Hot For The Mountain“, Prass kept her first offerings that made listeners fall in love.  Moving from solely the mic, to keys, and guitar, Prass delivered a timeless performance. Her signature sweet, falsetto somehow melted worries against layered harmonies, beloved on “Never Over You,” and made life complete on “My Baby Don’t Understand Me.” The Virginia-based artist continues to enthrall musically and live, adding a touch of empowered femininity along the way.


Oh My

The Fire

Hot For The Mountain

Never Over You

Bird of Prey

Never Too Late

Ship Go Down



Why Don’t You Believe in Me

My Baby Don’t Understand Me

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