It’s not often that alternative radio slaps you in the face on a sleepy Tuesday night, but that’s how I was first heard Bishop Briggs. When the electro-soul singer took the stage at historic West Hollywood venue The Troubadour, I had yet to hear so much as a note of her music. But there was a buzz about the sold-out show, and the few songs Briggs went on to perform during her set (“Wild Horses”, “River”, “The Way I Do”) struck me as familiar in the way that you think you’ve heard those songs before.
With a sound that blends huge beats with slithering rock melodies and a vocal that could topple a concrete wall, Briggs isn’t long for clubs like The Troubadour. A force of nature like this belongs in a arena. So I was gratified to find out, just a few months later, that the young singer from being relatively unknown was now opening for Coldplay at the Rose Bowl. It’s hard to go up from there, but I’m confident she’ll find a way.
The goal is to reach as many people as I can, and I think performing as if it’s your last really means putting everything you have into it. So whether it’s a small stage or the Rose Bowl — which is insane, that I can say I’ve played that now — I just try to keep that mentality of trying to prove to anyone and everyone that I’m worth listening to.
The Fat Angel Sings 