St. Vincent - Live Review for OOR Magazine

First live review I've done in a while. GREAT concert. The pics were made by Bart Heemskerk, who I think did a very nice job of capturing HER (Annie Clarke) essence on stage.

IN DUTCH
http://oor.nl/#reviews/concerts/1925/st_vincent_is_de_superlatieven_voorbij

GOOGLE TRANSLATE ENGLISH (never great, but all the more instrumental. And Google Translate won't work with the OOR website (probably flash difficulties or something)

St. Vincent is beyond superlatives.

The finale is actually the perfect summary: Annie "St. Vincent "Clarke hunts in the bouncer Your Lips Are Red a seething, noizy guitar through it, jump and smash the public in all possible ways with guitar and all her fans. Here is Annie, as she is affectionately called, one with her audience. Then she jumps in her leather shorts on the podium again, throwing her guitar down somewhere in the direction of a roadie and then shamelessly another guitar to pick up and worn outro on glowing way to put down. Her hair still messy, but the dark eyes and delicate face again perfectly in the crease. So the audience breathless as the frenzied opener Surgeon beheld, as we are blown away with the sound subsided.

And while there are still some doubts existed prior to this concert at The Max in a leap of the Galaxy. Of course, St. Vincent's live reputation already made the rounds after her performance at Crossing Border. But filling a large hall seemed still very ambitious. That turned out better than expected. The balconies were closed but the floor was very nice filled-with-it seemed merely devoted fans of the New York singer and guitarist and her band. The whole performance long there were noises in the vein of "We love you Annie!" Or "Play something very special just for us". It would get you almost break your concentration, all those declarations of love. But they are entirely justified.

Annie Clarke namely everything to get people to bond. A strong body of work, with the most recent album Strange Mercy as provisional Magnum Opus, an appearance as a dark angel with ditto voice, and fabulous electric guitar playing that constant association with Great Guitarists (Jack White to Prince) calls, without blatantly borrows to play. Try it once but do not fall in love. The perfectly tight sounding band around her (drums, bassynth, vocals and keyboards) has no trouble with the wide range in St. Vincent's repertoire is handled and subtle plays serve without losing color. Meanwhile, the public perception sucked Annie's, a wild ride in which she herself alternately sensual, aggressive, weird and fragile composing. It's hard as an artist and her animal stage to define. She has a little distance thing, almost alien about him. It is part of the spell.

Almost 90 minutes Annie the public in its grip. By the end of the regular set she asks "Did you ever really stare at me the way I stare at you?" (Neutered in Fruit). Rest assured: Whether fascinated, love, or simply overwhelmed opgegeild is; 700 souls are staring at her without embarrassment. It may also: St. Vincent created unadulterated magic tonight and we could be there. It is a typical evening with superlatives, and one afterwards somewhat melancholic finds that the best concert this year maybe already have under their belts. Particularly memorable, even with al To Lowlands Annie? (Please?)

Views: 29 February 2012, Melkweg, Amsterdam