Wednesday, 17 February 2016

Julia Holter - Live Review

Julia Holter, Engine Rooms, Southampton – posturing and pretentious, compelling and complex
****
Julia Holter’s uncompromising hybrid of classical, pop and jazz isn't exactly noted for its immediacy or accessibility – indeed, the LA-based CalArts graduate does little to dispel her reputation as an avant-garde academic. She introduces ‘Lucette Stranded on the Island’ as “a song about being cut adrift and alone on an island… imagine if you were alone on island?” in an icy, apathetic drawl, casting a cool gaze over Southampton’s Engine Rooms. A charming, intimate venue – where the occasional chink of bottles at the bar is as audible as the musicians on stage – there is slight bemusement at Holter’s existential musings. “Sucks to be you!” she adds dryly, and perhaps a little self-consciously. But ‘Lucette Stranded’, apparently based on a minor character in the Colette novella Chance Acquaintances, proves a lucid blur of spoken word, orchestral and choral; coasting, twisting and blossoming into the melancholic chorus: "Oh she's been marooned... can anybody help her?" Then the penultimate ‘Goddess Eyes’ somehow channels Kate Bush's Kid A, as does the 7-minute jazz-epic ‘Vasquez’. Make no mistake, this is pretty heavyweight stuff. But patience - as they say – is a virtue, and beneath Holter’s high-brow surface lies a seemingly supernatural force and gorgeous, potent melodies. Take ‘Silhouette’s daydream-turned-nightmare: underpinned by Devin Hoff’s dancing double-bass, it proves the perfect platform for Dina Maccabee’s ethereal yet tormented viola and Holter’s haunting refrain: "He turned to me then looked away / A silhouette / A silhouette... still returns to me." It's a genuinely gripping, powerful moment. Curtain call ‘Sea Calls Me Home’ and ‘Everytime Boots’ flaunt her skill for an infectious chorus, offset by the other-worldly ‘Vasquez’ and sorrowful ‘How Long?’. The bulk of the night’s set compromises songs from last year’s acclaimed Have You in My Wilderness, a record noted by critics for an accessibility and pop-sensibility missing from previous records; much like St. Vincent’s eponymous album released a year previously. But it proves a spellbinding set awash with enchanting vocals and beautiful melodies – and when all’s said and done, what could be more accessible than that?

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