DESCRIPTION:
"Meet Sadie -- hailing from the East Coast, she's just your average all-singing, all-dancing cabaret fruitcake. With her OTT cat scratch voice and brash, nihilistic attitude, she reminds us just why the depression was named so -- her spiky little showtunes are like gems gathering dust, on a mantle-piece in some far-off locale. She is so removed from everything that's going on in pop today yet still she remains uniquely captivating and her tunes have all the dirty attraction of old-time jazz. She is one part Poly Styrene to one part Eraserhead radiator lady -- she's beauty and beast combined. Watch out for her tap shoes because it'd surely sting like a bee if she swung a roundhouse to your shins. Not very really 'ladylike' now, but thank heaven's Sadie's here to smash your expectations channeling all the misplaced cheeriness of the 1930s. A timeless oddball with no limits and limited dignity. Time machines do so exist!" - Adrian Trajstman.

Here's Sadie's performance of the song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VjOvsFF31cc&feature=related

(skip to 7:06)