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About Rachel Margaret: Imagine a gene lab accident. Beakers holding the DNA of Tracey Thorne, Aimee Mann, and Radiohead crash to the floor, their contents mixing and recombining as they drip down the wall toward an electrical outlet. Days after the cleanup, the technicians lean over their benches. In a corner, behind a seam in the flesh-colored linoleum baseboard where the mops couldn't reach is a still-damp spot…
In the bustling world of indie pop, acts come and go. But Rachel Margaret is carving out a niche all her own-at once both cutting edge and timeless. Passionate vocals floating over hyper-hooky guitars and keys, coupled with some amazing songwriting, have garnered Rachel serious buzz in the underground. |
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Rachel Margaret
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