On Friday night, St. Vincent charmed an enthusiastic
LA crowd with a show that was polished, ethereal and
fuzzy in all the right places. St. Vincent’s front
woman Annie Clark is much to attribute for this. Her
coquettish physicality, not unlike Edith Piaf’s, is
one which shifts the gravitational pull. Soon you
find yourself melting into a world where beauty and
darkness become one.
Musically, comparisons to Kate Bush and David Bowie
are validated. St. Vincent’s delivery is much more
self-contained though, making this less about a “show”
and more about a musical space which one can enter.
In a space like the Echoplex, it required patient and
willing ears.
In a time where there is so much music available it’s
refreshing to hear young musicians delving into
progressive rock. St. Vincent’s sound goes beyond the
standard popular verse-chorus based song structures
and still manages to maintain a relatable quality.
One can also hear elements drawn from avant-garde,
jazz and classical music as well. If you missed the
show, go grab yourself St. Vincent’s album Marry Me;
real musicians playing real instruments with real
ideas.
