by pieces of moments
Annie Clark’s music (“St. Vincent”) has an emotional life all its own. It’s as if she is merely the vehicle through which it currently speaks as it barrels through time accumulating layers. Maybe this is going too far, but it seems almost the music of the Sibyl, ancient and prophetic, thrust into the context of modern life. Often heavy on distortion, it hits you assertively in cathartic bursts or dissolves gently in elegant swirls like dye penetrating gritty water (or conversely water separating to accommodate the dye). It is Jackson Pollock. It is needlepoint embroidery. I could go on, but I think you catch my drift.
September 13th is set as the release date for her new album, Strange Mercy. If you find yourself looking for a new female artist to embrace, but St. Vincent on your list.
In honor of the occasion, here are a couple lovely moments from her past performances.
Cover: “I Dig A Pony”
From the new album: “Cruel”