It finally halted, without warning, each woman uttering a quiet “thank you” and disappearing offstage. It seemed as though the song would never end, Mozgawa especially energetic on the drums with Lindberg hovering over her, playing bass with feverish momentum. They played crowd favourites “ Billie Holiday” and a drawn out, embellished version of “ Burgundy” that sent the audience into rapture. The theatre rattled, feet pounded, and whistles blew in unison until they finally reappeared from backstage.
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Wayman spoke to the audience often, charming and tipsy on the energy that was reflected back at the band, plus whatever else she had consumed pre-show. Their single “ Love is to Die” received passionate praise – almost every other person sung along with eyes closed, in complete ecstasy. Kokal seemed to strain her voice, unable to hit the required high notes, sipping on a mug between songs. Filename F:Music AudioFLACWarpaint - Warpaint12 - Son.wav Peak level 100.0 Extraction speed 2.4 X Track quality 100.0 Test CRC 6BD954E3 Copy CRC 6BD954E3 Track not present in AccurateRip database Copy OK Track 13 Filename F:Music AudioFLACWarpaint - Warpaint13 - Love Is to Die (extended alternate mix).wav Pre-gap length 0:00:09. Unexpected, distressed noise rang over their arrangements the women glanced at one another for reassurance. At certain points during their set, there were evident, near deafening, sound issues. The crowd vibrated, collectively buzzing and bouncing in time. In these moments, both band and audience lost themselves in the divine power of sound. Each was completely enrapturing and exquisitely performed. Most tracks spanned vast distances in all directions, with improvised guitar riffs, drum rolls, and vocal harmonies. Warpaint’s live show was most captivating in the moments when their songs extended beyond album length. Stella Mozgawa smacked her skins with discipline and mastery she is the band’s hidden gem, sitting pretty behind the other three women as well as her gigantic kit.
Undeniably captivating, Jenny Lee Lindberg swayed violently with her bass, sporting an army green jumpsuit and a pink half-pony. They moved straight into two tracks from The Fool: “ Composure” and “ Undertow.” Emily Kokal purred along with Wayman – their choral symbiosis was utter perfection. High-pitched feedback spewed from her monitor, but she persevered and her vocals smoothed out – her voice was velvety and soothing by the end of the track. They opened almost immediately with “ Feeling Alright,” Theresa Wayman voice sounding out of tune and disjointed. The four women finally traipsed onstage looking celestial and in control. The crowd was noticeably rowdy for a Tuesday night. Making one’s way toward the front of the stage was a constant brawl, thrusting through very drunk, mildly belligerent, middle-aged men alongside young women dressed to the nine’s in 90’s goth-pop attire. Warpaint had yet to play, but the anticipation was apparent. Girls fixed their lipstick, filled their bar-cups with liquid from hidden flasks, and screamed half-recollected lyrics at the top of their lungs. Inside the women’s washroom, it was nearly impossible to find a spot at the sink. Luckily they pull it off, just about.The air inside the Corona Theatre was humid and stale the smell of mature beer wafted amongst the crowd in the jam-packed venue. But although Warpaint's debut is a fine record, their downtempo musings don't make them the most engaging festival band on the block. They certainly looked like they were having fun, especially given it's their last gig for a while. Verdict: Mightn't have been the best idea to peak with half an hour to go playing the brace of Composure and Undertow. Quote: "WHY YOU WANNA BLAME ME FOR YOUR TROUBBBLLEESSS" - girls in daisy chain headbands yelling the lyrics to Undertow at each other. But namely when the entire tent springs to life during Undertow, a brilliant song, an awesome rendition, and an audience that lapped up every tempo change. High: How awesome their almost dancing drummer is. And some bloke inexplicably waves a lightsabre. Atmosphere: The Crawdaddy Tent packs up with a rather static if largely appreciative crowd to hear the LA all-female four piece's murky grooves.
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