Bryde is Pembrokeshire-born, London-based Sarah Howells and an electric guitar, singing fierce and fragile songs about entangling and unravelling. Earning comparisons to Sharon Van Etten, PJ Harvey and Jeff Buckley, her powerful vocals, sharp, evocative lyricism and searing guitar tones have won plaudits from the likes of NYLON, The 405 and The Line Of Best Fit.

"Wait" and "Help Yourself" from her debut EP were lauded by blogs and supported by Huw Stephens at Radio 1, BBC Introducing in Wales and London, Tom Robinson and Chris Hawkins at Radio 6, Goldierocks on Selector Radio and Maz Tappuni at Radio X.

Summer 2016 saw Bryde perform at a number of UK festivals, including Green Man, Dot to Dot and How The Light Gets In, as well as embark on a whistle-stop tour of the US, taking in New York, Nashville and LA.

Whilst in LA she recorded a song for EP2 with Rufus Wainwright's producer Chris Sorem. She then completed the EP recording three songs with Bill Ryder-Jones at Parr Street Studios in Liverpool. Its two singles, 'Honey', and Wouldn't That Make You Feel Good? have already seen radio support from BBC 6music, BBC Radio 2, BBC Introducing and Amazing Radio, on top of several key Spotify playlists.

"Bryde's first offering is a tender, wiry piece of tearjerk folk-pop. The swirling, swollen textures and rippling electric guitars bear resemblance to Daughter or HAWK" - The Line Of Best Fit

"..atmosphere builds, and twinkling teardrops of light appear – an electronic sound that somehow feels totally organic. If this is Bryde’s early work, there’s plenty to look forward to". - The Most Radicalist

"We’ve witnessed the emergence of some great singer-songwriters over the year, but the best may have been indeed saved for last with the arrival of Brixton native Bryde. Her debut single, “Wait”, is – in a word – remarkable. " The Revue.ca

"Surely you’ve left some room on your year-end, best-of lists, because “Wait”, the electrifying new single from Brixton-based singer and songwriter Bryde, will require a spot in its upper reaches. “ - The Autumn Roses