This just attests to Annie Clark’s mastery as an artist. She can put on a stage show that rivals the extravagance of a big budget arena pop concert but maintains the avant-garde theatrical feel.
She can turn a 1920s ballroom into a synthed-out dance party and then completely disrupt it with a frenetic, dissonant guitar meltdown. And then, in the end, she somehow manages to demand the undivided attention of a thousand people, as good, or better, than a folk singer in smoky, near empty café.
The large room wasn’t making any sound, and I then realized that the one thing that ties the diverse crowd together is their absolute devotion to Clark; hanging on every word and swooning at every half smile.
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