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There are certain performers that own their body, mind, and soul so much as artists/persons that you walk away both exhilarated and challenged by them. Dorothy Martin is one of those performers birthed in an era where “NO F##KS Given!” has become a positive mantra. In a head to toe black sheer dress, red lips, a FUR coat, and a huge slice of attitude, she proved that it was not OZ that gave Dorothy a sense of purpose and some ruby slippers, it was Dorothy that rocked their little green world.
Dorothy – Raise Hell

Raise Hell

First, my readers know I am obsessed with finding strong female artists, and helping purport their talent and dominance. My obsession comes from the need not only for women, but humanity, itself, to find figures that know how to stand in their grace while standing in their difference. Martin revels in her being on the outskirts of society and sensuality. You could call her “sexy” as she plays with her hair and lips to exude the rage and righteousness of her lyricism, but “sexy” feels too generic a term to describe the attractiveness of Martin as a person/ musician. She uses her presence like one would find in a historical figure. She knows how to stand front and center and make even the flick of her finger seem like the most exciting thing to happen to your day. Honestly, if Dorothy Martin wants to run a musical campaign for presidency in 2020, she got my vote with her Mercury Lounge performance. One thing I wish for my readers to note is that Mercury Lounge is not exactly the biggest, most plush place. It has a dimly lit, underground vibe that can be a challenge for certain artists who do not take the give their performance a transporting experience. Yet, as Dorothy appears like a rock goddess on stage, I felt as if I was transported to protests and revolutions for humanity. She commands your attention and her songs to bend before her prowess in a way that, as mentioned, challenges and exhilarates viewers. Moreover, it builds their loyalty to her for life/ the night.

Dorothy – Dark Nights

Dark Nights

It is always weird to see an excellent performer like Dorothy Martin because you are, literally, witnessing a force that you wish you could be. Everyone desires to walk onto life’s stage, and tear it up as if life would be a fool to hand you more trouble. That aura of someone who would tear anyone that crosses her and dare anyone to try, made the Mercury Lounge crowd wrap themselves around Dorothy’s finger. It was as if Martin was the Queen Bee and we all worked to froth in her honeyed vocals. She can SING! in a way that makes me certain of her rise into arenas like MSG and Barclays. She sounds as if Amy Winehouse and Janis Joplin were giving voice lessons in Heaven, and decided to send to earth their best student: Dorothy Martin. I love when artists have no qualms jumping an octave or adding a little grit to make their sweet voice sour under emotions. Sometimes, the most beautiful thing you can do to emote your song is sound a little “ugly” or add a smoked rasp/yelp, which Martin does. Such a gift/ fearlessness is perfect for an artist with a country/classic rock drawl. With songs literally called “Dark Nights”, “Raise Hell”, and “Whiskey Fever”, Martin needs to know how to use her light to tantalize and tempt people with her lyrical mischief. As drums pounced and guitars riffed into sonic tears, I was reminded that rock was such a controversial, combative genre, initially, because it was open to opening “Pandora’s box”, and revealing that, sometimes, you have to raise “hell” to see Heaven. For More Information On Dorothy Click Here.

DOROTHY – Wicked Ones [Official Video]

Wicked Ones