Whenever Sara Petite sings, she sounds like a real girl. That may sound like a, 'Well, no duh!' remark, but with so many contemporary country divas playing the Miss Perfect part to, well, perfection, it's getting harder and harder to find many real girl country singers anymore. That makes Petite a delightful exception to the rule.
Whether she's joking about resorting to riding an elephant to get away from a bad relationship, as Petite does during Movin' On, -- no, not the Hank Snow song - or having a relational allergic reaction to 'the other woman's' perfume during Perfume, Petite always sings in a ragged-but-right and oh-so-sincere gal's voice. She comes of especially smart when she's angry, which is most apparent during the latter day outlaw country of The Master, which brings Waylon, Willie and the gang to mind - even better than Gretchen Wilson. It has that assertive rhythmic thump-thumb of Jennings' sonic signature, along with a melodic nod to Nelson's On the Road Again, giving it the best of both worlds. Lyrically, this 'master' is only the king of doing girls wrong.
Petite is just as appealing when she sings about the truism of If Mamma Ain't Happy (the latter part of that phrase is, "Ain't nobody happy.") She can seemingly do no wrong, no matter what voice approach she takes.
We haven't had a down home country singer/songwriter this good since Iris Dement. Think of Dement, only a whole lot more fun, and you'll get a good picture of the joy that is Sara Petite's "Circus Comes to Town."