Sugar Farm

Sugar Farm


Hip-thrustin' boogie-swamp rock ... a howlin' growl on your tail ... steamy, sexy-sweet ... down & dirty and leavin' ya wantin' for more.

Band Press

SUGAR FARM - August 1, 2006 – Matt Brown @

“Margaret Light is …. a woman whose live shows I consider to be the complete antithesis to the bullshit boring sound pollution (name removed)'s new record label squirts out … (she is) as far from a pop tart as you can get without physically leaving this planet. Soul is soul... and, regardless of all my faults and failings, I recognize soul when I stumble across it.

(RE: Sugar Farm) I could talk and talk about these two musicians until you're sick of my voice and I still will not have made myself clear enough. You'll get it or you won't, and they must be experienced in person…. No gushing, just stating facts. Like I mentioned previously, soul is soul.�

Also, Matt Brown went on record on 6/20/06 as saying:
“Sugar Farm is finely distilled aural sex, impure and anything but simple.�

Live Concert Review – J. Johnson - BLUE MOON blogger, July 22, 2006.

“Back inside the sweatbox, it's Sugar Farm, probably the best two piece we've ever had… Frontwoman/half of the band Margaret is playing guitar and dancing all over the stage, like Chuck Berry on a pogo stick. It sounds real, classic, and fresh all at once.�

Up & Coming - May 19, 2006 – The Stranger

(Sunset Tavern) Watching a BellRays show makes you feel like you've been fortunate enough to stumble into a parallel universe .... The unpretentious atmosphere of the Sunset is the perfect setting and local openers Sugar Farm are the ideal apéritif. HANNAH LEVIN

Rocka Rolla: Sugar in my bowl – Hannah Levin, the Stranger

"Boy-girl two-piece bands that fold swampy blues into dirty punk are definitely nothing new, especially since a certain Detroit band with a fondness for red and white saturated the scene. Despite that reality (or perhaps because of it), I'm impressed with the sounds being passionately banged out by local duo Sugar Farm ( Though originally from the Seattle area, guitarist/vocalist Margaret Light and drummer Martin Reinsel spent a few months last year living in Mississippi, exploring the roots of their chosen genre at ground zero. Rensel describes their time in the South with great fondness and respect, citing "truly life-altering experiences recording and giggin' with the likes of Cedric and Garry Burnside [close kin of the late R. L. Burnside] and T-Model Ford." They also got involved with the local Mission Baptist church attended by Junior Kimbrough's family—a cultural and spiritual immersion that now informs their work with palpable authenticity.

However, they're hardly content with emulating their predecessors, and enthusiastically pull a powerful sense of punk-minded aggression and paint-peeling sexual heat into the mix. If your idea of a dream band is one that fuses the lusty charisma of the Bellrays with the articulate aggression of Fugazi, then I strongly advise you to catch their next show this Thursday at Hana's (downtown at 1914 Eighth Avenue). Need more incentive? This will be the alternative venue's last show—Hana's is being bulldozed to make way for yet another onslaught of condos."

by Hannah Levin
March 16,2006
The Stranger: "Seattle's Only Music Section"

Concert Review – Adrian Mack - The Georgia Straight (Vancouver BC)

Publish Date: 23-Mar-2006

At Pat's Pub on Saturday, March 18
(Vancouver, BC).

“With a mere 45 minutes left on the clock, Gravel Road warmed up with a couple of originals before singer-guitarist Stefan Zillioux invited Sugar Farm’s Margaret Light to join them. Thank God, or we wouldn’t have seen what a brilliant first-division freak she is.

A disciple of Junior Kimbrough’s hill-country blues (“Revere that man,� she said, introducing his “Lord, Have Mercy�), she has the funky, drawling, surly demeanour of somebody who might be permanently hammered…. Light handled the buzzing high-tension leads, barking in a voice not too far removed from Janis Joplin, bending her body so that she looked like a giant Cadbury’s Curly Wurly bar in ratty jeans and a dime-store blouse, with a big head and the eyes of a mugwump. It might have been a tiny crowd, but every single person in the room was gutted by the performance.�