There are several defining moments at any given Spice show; the telltale signs are as inevitable as her ostentatious display of brightly coloured wigs. One: If she decides to walk out in a pair of over-the-knee stiletto-heeled boots, trust that they are merely there for show and will be kicked off faster than she can command the DJ to “run di riddim!”. Two: The Olympic-ready assortment of acrobatic abilities she’ll display are challenged only by Team Spice, her women-only dance crew consisting of round-the-way girls with untameable energy. Their scene-stealing antics showcase a comprehensive mix of tumbles, somersaults, speaker-box mounting, stage-truss climbing, splits, shakes, bumflicks and loose hips, which throw the crowd into a frenzy of ascending decibels. She’ll hand-pick girls from the audience to share the stage with her and offer up a good seeing to by the Queen of Dancehall herself for one lucky man. Last but by no means least are the stage props, including a live donkey, a shovel, a set of Wakanda guardians with not one but two Black Panthers for good measure, and a carry-on suitcase that she’ll wheel out to the tune of Stylo G’s “Touch Down” as if she’s tip-toeing towards the arrival gate. It’s a high-energy, unashamedly risque and comedic performance that leaves no questions as to how she bagged the title Queen of Stage before she was ever bestowed the title Queen of Dancehall.
“[My performance] is just so engaging and entertaining,” says Spice over the phone. “I always try to do things that people have never seen before and I think that sets me apart from all the other artists coming out of Jamaica.” Spice is calling from Atlanta, where she’s been living since moving from Jamaica in 2020. However, it’s Grace, the woman and mother of two behind Spice – a nickname inspired by her sometimes feisty and witty persona – who takes centre stage here. No hype, no antics and most surprisingly, no wig. “It’s nice to meet you,” she says, chuckling as she adds, “I wish I
