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Janelle Monáe has a cape
(from 27 Oct 2010)
Janelle Monáe shot the walking dead with her FINGERS and they FELL before the power of her AWESOME.
She is amazing. The show highlighted the concept of her work, though it didn't carry it through completely, starting with a projected archandroid video before the first number started and bringing a few pieces of that in later. She didn't dance intensely while singing, obviously, but we got to see a few moves.
Alas, the Janelle segment of the show was not remotely sufficient in length. There were some sound quality issues as well; they had to know in advance that the woman can get loud, but they did not seem to have planned properly. (Hilariously, the lead singer from Of Montreal came on to do a song with her, and you couldn't hear him at all. Poor planning but also a slight difference of singing chops there.)
As for Of Montreal, well. I totally think Of Montreal should exist; I like their recorded music, which reminds me of the Beatles only with even more interesting substance use, and I even support the existence of their stage show, which I would doubtless have enjoyed had I been smoking up outside like concert-goers I now deem to have been wise. But I left early.
Far too many of the songs were interrupted by long monotonous sections so that the dancers could set up visual tableaux that I did not find interesting. You would think that people in body suits with pig heads on would at least have been amusing, but I am here to tell you that it was not so. At least not after the first two minutes and the pantomimed sex with the lead singer.
Things that were entertaining: They did at one point deliver a pleasing "Groenlandic Edit" -- the singer has a nice rock yowl and a good falsetto. Dancers in checkered body suits crowd-surfing. The Magneto helmets and the singer riding what I can only interpret as a giant fire-penis. The singer's outfit, which included dusty-rose leggings, a secretary's ruffled teal blouse and teal slouchy boots, and a diaphanous white apron.
But that was not enough to keep me there, even when they busted out Janelle Monáe for a song 45 minutes in. I'm not sure I've ever left a concert early before, but I have no regrets.
(Photos and more-pleased-than-I comments at the Strangler: http://lineout.thestranger.com/lineout/archives/2010/10/28/photos-of-montreal-and-janelle-monae-at-the-paramount)
Janelle Monáe shot the walking dead with her FINGERS and they FELL before the power of her AWESOME.
She is amazing. The show highlighted the concept of her work, though it didn't carry it through completely, starting with a projected archandroid video before the first number started and bringing a few pieces of that in later. She didn't dance intensely while singing, obviously, but we got to see a few moves.
Alas, the Janelle segment of the show was not remotely sufficient in length. There were some sound quality issues as well; they had to know in advance that the woman can get loud, but they did not seem to have planned properly. (Hilariously, the lead singer from Of Montreal came on to do a song with her, and you couldn't hear him at all. Poor planning but also a slight difference of singing chops there.)
As for Of Montreal, well. I totally think Of Montreal should exist; I like their recorded music, which reminds me of the Beatles only with even more interesting substance use, and I even support the existence of their stage show, which I would doubtless have enjoyed had I been smoking up outside like concert-goers I now deem to have been wise. But I left early.
Far too many of the songs were interrupted by long monotonous sections so that the dancers could set up visual tableaux that I did not find interesting. You would think that people in body suits with pig heads on would at least have been amusing, but I am here to tell you that it was not so. At least not after the first two minutes and the pantomimed sex with the lead singer.
Things that were entertaining: They did at one point deliver a pleasing "Groenlandic Edit" -- the singer has a nice rock yowl and a good falsetto. Dancers in checkered body suits crowd-surfing. The Magneto helmets and the singer riding what I can only interpret as a giant fire-penis. The singer's outfit, which included dusty-rose leggings, a secretary's ruffled teal blouse and teal slouchy boots, and a diaphanous white apron.
But that was not enough to keep me there, even when they busted out Janelle Monáe for a song 45 minutes in. I'm not sure I've ever left a concert early before, but I have no regrets.
(Photos and more-pleased-than-I comments at the Strangler: http://lineout.thestranger.com/lineout/archives/2010/10/28/photos-of-montreal-and-janelle-monae-at-the-paramount)
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I've got to say it is hard for me to imagine not enjoying this, though more than 2 minutes of pig head sex with no resolution might be a bit much for even me. I mean, simulated pig head sex, real life and involving ME might be different. Just saying.
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OBVIOUSLY.
:)