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Skye Paige is a motorcycle girl in a moped world. She sweats sass and duckwalks her way from rockabilly to swamp blues and Bakersfield country. She’s got a husky croon and old-school style perfect for hot rod rallies or pin-up posters. (Paige also performs with a burlesque troupe.) No shrinking violet or damsel in distress, she plays her six-string like a puppeteer and would-be suitors like telemarketers. “The more people I meet, the more I like my dog,” she observes on the Buck Owens-ish “Wrong, Wrong, Wrong, Wrong.” Paige was born in Anderson, S.C. but came of age in Atlanta, then found her way to Charleston in 2001. After a hiatus spent caring for her newborn son, Paige returned with a vengeance four years ago, racking up regional accolades and playing regularly. She took some more time off again earlier this year after feeling like things had grown stale with her band, the Original Recipe. Then a friend put her in touch with bassist David Sanders and drummer Skip Sautter. The chemistry with this new power trio was immediate, and it’s recharged her. They’ve begun prepping songs for a new album. A mean slide guitarist, Paige’s rough and tumble vibe fits the music’s bloozy, hip-swinging swagger. —Chris Parker THURSDAY