Skin of Skunk Anansie has to be one of my favorite performers and songwriters of all time. Anyone can find something to relate to in her lyrics, whether it’s disillusionment with religion (“Selling Jesus”), being summed up and put into a box because of one trait (“Intellectualise My Blackness”), experiences with bullying (“Pickin’ On Me”), gratefulness for being alive after a self-destructive period (“You Saved Me”), or being in an abusive relationship (“All in the Name of Pity”). Whether she’s writing about race, gender, religion, or personal issues, she sings with a passion few can successfully articulate.
She also has a number of solo albums out, which I’m only just starting to listen to. According to her Twitter, she’s a DJ as well. She also plays rhythm guitar for Skunk Anansie occasionally. Multi-talented people rock.
What else can I say of her? It’s difficult for me to put into words what her music means to me, how it’s gotten me through rough days when I was frustrated with life. She gave voice to things I felt that I didn’t know how to explain. Skin’s voice reached my heart and said, “It’s okay. I’ve been there before. I got through it, and so can you.” Well, if I go on, I’ll probably start sounding silly, so I won’t. Suffice it to say, Skunk Anansie is one of my very favorite bands, and Skin is the member I pay the most attention to. Please check them, and her, out.
Skunk Anansie’s albums are Paranoid and Sunburnt, Stoosh, Post Orgasmic Chill, Smashes and Trashes, and Wonderlustre.