It can be argued, that even in today's Dancehall arena, there is little space for a female artist. The gritty, testosterone-driven echosystem offers meagre space for femininity and even less affinity for gentlemanly courtesies. In the 80's it was just the same. A rough and tumbled crowd vieing for fickle discerning fans at a time when jamaica's new digital soundscape had captivated Dancehall, and on sheer tenacity, and support from her brother Brigadier Jerry, Sister Nancy would cut a path to legendary status, but not without trials, sweat, and tears along the way.
