The Unique English Charm of Cat Burns’ Live Act at Bleached Fest Thoughts+Photos: Cat Burns at Bleached Fest 8/6/23
SAN DIEGO, CA- There’s a serendipitous thrill to festival-going, the kind where you stumble upon a relatively unfamiliar act and end up getting utterly enchanted. Bleached Fest, whose modus operandi I think I have surmised as it’s knack of producing a gloriously eclectic line-up, delivered just that sensation last month with the unexpectedly sublime Cat Burns.
Scheduled early in the day, a time typically reserved for lesser-knowns or fledgling artists, Burns seized the opportunity, turning the often-mellow slot into a soulful embrace that radiated warmth over the early crowd. It’s a testament to her prowess that the midday sun didn’t compete for attention – instead, it seemed to be in collaboration with her, bathing listeners in a golden hue that perfectly matched the rich timbre of her voice.
While her tracks encapsulate modern soul, it was her distinctive English accent that gave her music an authentic flavour. It added a gritty realism, tempering her dulcet tones with an edgy, street-smart vibe, adding a refreshing authenticity to her sound. The intersection of language and identity is a potent force in music, and Burns harnesses this power with finesse.
For those, like me, who were unacquainted with Burns before Bleached Fest, her performance acted as an epiphanic introduction. Her lyrical tales, accentuated by that compelling English lilt, gripped the audience, forging an instant connection. It was as if she was translating her diary into melodies, letting strangers peek into her life, one soulful note at a time.