After weeks spent chasing the shockwaves of stadiums — Metallica’s thunder, Sam Fender’s fervour, Sharon Van Etten’s earthbound ache, Kacey Musgraves’ desert-soft glow — stepping into Marrickville’s Red Rattler tonight feels like entering another ecosystem entirely. The room is small, warm, and dim, a place where the air hangs closer and the edges soften. Tonight, Malaika Mfalme is guiding us through Unfurling, a song-cycle tracing the quiet, uneven journey from grief into growth.
Malaika’s music doesn’t arrive with force. It opens slowly, like something learning to trust the room. Layered harmonies float above looping guitar lines, each phrase circling back on itself with patient intention. These are songs built from tenderness rather than resolution — reminders that becoming is not an endpoint but a continuous unfolding. Her voice, gentle but grounded, carries stories of loss and self-repair with the kind of steadiness that makes you lean in without noticing.
The audience is still, not out of reverence but recognition. In a venue this small, you can feel when a crowd exhales at the same time, when lyrics brush against something private. Watching Malaika navigate these songs about memory, rupture and recovery, I’m reminded of how music in rooms like this can feel like a kind of communal caretaking. It’s not the scale that makes a show meaningful; it’s the way an artist can shift the energy of a space just by telling the truth.
Stadiums have their spectacle, but nights like this — tucked into a neighbourhood venue, witnessing a voice still shaping itself, still discovering what it can hold — are the ones that stay with you. Down the street, in a room built for art and community, Malaika Mfalme makes healing sound like something we can grow toward, slowly, together.
Their tour continues moves on to Newcastle, Canberra and Melbourne next. Go HERE for tickets.
Images Deb Pelser.
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