However before the arrival of the mysterious Ms Jesus, EMA ambles on to the small Academy 3 stage with her three band mates and slowly unfurls their opening song. No stranger to Manchester herself, ex Gowns member Erika M Anderson drives through the tracks from their/her accomplished and critically acclaimed debut LP ‘Past Life Martyred Saints’ which everyone should make the effort to hear if not own. Skirting the line that separates experimentation and all out rock, EMA doesn’t shy away from hammering out power chords from her guitar. Highlights of the set include the very wonderful ‘California’ and an expanded and granite hard ‘Butterfly Collector’ that uses the LP version only as a springboard to a wall of noise built using judicious use of electric violin and guitar static that’s nothing but exhilarating. Hopefully the EMA will return to Manchester again new year with her own headline show.
The blonde Zola Jesus and her band wafts onto the Academy stage to the tune of the opening track of her brand new album, the very wonderful ‘Conatus’. In fact all but two of the tracks will be played from the new work tonight; such is the consistent high quality of its contents. Under a light show of stark white light that’s punctuated with moments of headache inducing strobe lighting, the band embark on a sonic journey into the nether regions of the soul. At the centre of this swirl is the diminutive frame of Zola Jesus, who eventually loses herself in a deep trance brought on by the howling synths. However one shouldn’t be fooled into thinking that this music is motionless and clinical, it’s not; the forward rush of the drums adds a warm kinetic that gives the music an emotional pulse. But it’s the voice that’s the most striking. A great booming instrument that’s unleashed at will to create a dramatic charge to each song.
If there is a downside though, for an artist that deals in chilly atmospherics, the staid surrounding of the Academy 3 doesn’t add anything to the performance. Music of this nature needs a more theatrical stage like a traditional theatre or a church. Somewhere that enhances the drama and makes it more of a spectacle than a rock show. But still, an evening full of wonders, from an artist slowly ascending to the height of her powers.
Run Me Out
Review by Phil King /photos by Mel