Let me begin by saying that I have a major crush on St Vincent. She consistently writes clever lyrics, can play 13 different instruments (and arrange them into catchy, yet darkly satirical pop/rock tunes), is a kick-ass guitar player, knows fancy soccer moves, has collaborated with David Byrne and has an impressive hair do. Her latest, self-titled, album came out recently and is one that really grows on you the more you listen to it. So many great musical moments to discover—its got the intricate melodies, the raw guitar riffs, the dreamy vocals, the bellowing horns, the biting lyrics. St Vincent succeeds at creating tracks full of tension and dissonance. We are pulled in by a catchy tune, automatically bobbing along only to be disrupted by grating guitar or unexpectedly forthright lyrics. She knows how to keep the listener on their toes.
Digital Witness, a jab at the Facebook/Twitter/Instagram generation, is not my favourite track from this album but the video (directed by Chino Moya) is stunning. A series of impeccably composed shots drenched in mustard yellow, sickly chartreuse, sea-green, mint—this is worth the watch for the colour coordination alone. St Vincent appears in larger-than life, eerily familiar industrial environments and in stripped back interiors reminiscent of The Office. She leads her proletariat with rhythmic nods, in sync with the abstracted, empty, mechanized movements performed by the workers. I am reminded of Isobelle Wenzel’s Building Images photographic series of office workers contorted in absurd positions.
Watch Digital Witness above, and then do give the full album a listen! She is on tour in the U.S, the U.K and Europe over the next few months and is an amazing performer live so catch her if you can.