St Vincent is the real deal. A true legend in the making.
A superstar? Who knows, but surely a cult classic.
It was melodic, beautiful & serene one moment, rapturous & raucous the next, all before settling into one hell of a solid groove.
Moments were new like the new Tegan and Sara if not a more sophisticated Lady Gaga. The words “Art Pop” surely organically popped into my head more than once.
But for every bit of the futuristic pop star she is, she’s equal parts Sonic Youth. Forward thinking, progressive, and surely not tied down anyone’s traditions or expectations.
Entering the stage Annie Clark was striking. Seductive yet vulnerable. Beautiful, but almost vileness. She inhabited a way of being onstage. There were deliberate, yet unsettling body movements. Death stares. Poetic banter. Stutter stepped guitar solos. So many layers here, it’s kind of crazy.
And before I forget, she’s one of the best guitar players in all of indie rock.
My only gripe was the mix for the first 5 or so songs, but as the second half of the set settled in, everything came together. It almost added to the shows great build which climaxed with the encore performance of “Your Lips Are Red”.
St. Vincent and her work is wonderful and inspired, and I surely don’t take it for granted.