I Caught the Fever!!!

Can we say TGIF!! And what better way to cap off the work week than scoring the best concert tickets in town ( its Pink Mafia, thats how we do). I’m sure your wondering who’s in town- its Fever Ray. I kid you not Fever Ray is here live n direct on what is said to be the Final Tour… just in case you live under a rock Fever Ray is the best export from Sweden since meatballs. Fever Ray aka Karin Elisabeth Dreijer Andersson is a one woman machine with a voice like bullets that could pierce anything in its path.

From I entered Kool Haus, it was as if Iwas dragged into a whole new dark and sinster world. I was completely bombarded with a cloud of smoke filled with subtle sweet tones of burning incense. It took me a minute to finally realize where I really was my eyes darted to the stage and, and I was speechless.

I know that must be hard to believe. But, for real it literally took me time to process what was      happening in front of my eyes. Ok, like where do I start the stage was ‘Dry and Dusty’ filled with    vintage lampshades imported from your Swedish grandmother’s room which gave a glow similar to eyes in a sea of darkness. The glow of these lamps illuminated Karin and her crew, their figures were brought to life through the thick fog and pulsating sinster beats and made you ponder ‘If I Had a Heart’.

The live band is dimly visible, their faces painted or masked who can tell dressed in grotesque, mysterious costumes.  They are equipped with keyboards and computers, maracas, guitars and everything under the sun.  And FYI how often do you get to see a woman beat the life outta congas like they were ‘Coconuts’.

In the midst of ‘Seven’ lasers is a strange, heavily cloaked figure which may be Andersson or may not – I cannot say for sure between the fog and the incense.

Until this great cloaked  robe releases a slender woman with long bleach blond hair fantastically surreal and slightly frightening screaming ‘Keep the Streets Empty for Me’.

The total haunting effect of Fever Ray consist of so many distorted components from the elaborate costumes and eccentric set design to the disjunct between Karin’s appearance and the ghastly, demonic sounds she emits, it could break ‘Concrete Walls’.

Fever Ray drew me into her cult where like her fellow bandmates I realized that the ‘Triangle Walks’.

The shrill and deep, contorted tones combined with her distinctive accent and the use of pitch-shifting made me realize that ‘Now’s the Only Time I Know’ and that ‘I‘m Not Done’. And like everyone that walked out feeling like they just left a secret society and ‘When I Grow Up’… I want be like Fever Ray.