God bless St. Vincent. And God bless Annie Clark, the band’s front-woman and my #1 girl crush, who quietly set up her own equipment before their Feb. 15 show at the Bottleneck in Lawrence. With zero fanfare, the slight, beret-clad lady tuned her guitar and joked with band mates. Minutes later, the same group returned to the now dimly lit stage to a bar-full of applause. 
The opener, a Swedish all-percussion duo called Wildbirds & Peacedrums, managed to warm up half the crowd – most lost interest after the first few songs, instead watching the group’s countrymen compete in Olympic skiing on the bar TV.
For those paying attention, Wildbirds were mesmerizing. The female singer/steel drum player transitioned from husky jazz vocals to yelping scat and back again while her drummer/husband backed her up or spurred her on. Throw in occasional tambourine and cowbell and their sound could be described something like “tribal cabaret.” The couple’s final song “My Heart” ended appropriately on the repeated line “You see I’m lost without your rhythm…” Luckily they weren’t lacking in that.
St. Vincent took the stage and flautist (and saxophonist and keyboardist) Evan Smith launched immediately into “Strangers,” the first track from the new album Actor. The band’s latest
material treads the line between delicacy and distortion and “Strangers” with its fuzzy guitar over violin and flute duets is the perfect introduction to this technique. Clark followed it with track two, “Save Me from What I Want,” and Smith traded flute for funk with a switch to the saxophone.
Clark writes and performs songs with an earnest directness that also makes for a charming stage presence. In Lawrence, she shared stories from visits to her older sister at KU – at 16 and under more “dubious” circumstances, the now 27 year old admitted. Later she dedicated “The Bed” to family members in attendance. The anecdotes built an intimacy with the audience that made Clark feel like an old friend. We laughed over the mishaps of youth and cheered advice from her sister: “Never leave college” (though Clark dropped out of Berklee after only three years, understandably, to tour with Sufjan Stevens).
Clark silenced the rowdy audience with a gorgeous solo cover of Jackson Browne’s “These Days,” then rejoined St. Vincent for “Black Rainbow.” The song builds (again, the small/big theme) like a film score with pounding drum and guitar underscored by sinister violin only to come to an abrupt end and some of the loudest audience appreciation of the night – cheers that were renewed when the band next launched into the opening notes to “Marrow.”
St. Vincent’s songs tend to emphasize the instruments that make them unique – the variety of woodwinds or violin. Clark’s skill on the electric guitar could be easily overlooked. To make up for this, there’s “Dig A Pony,” the Beatles cover the band brought out for its encore. I’d seen clips of St. Vincent performing this at other shows, so it was a treat to see live (and by ‘treat’ I mean, it solidified my crazy love for this woman). It’s a perfect choice to demonstrate Clark’s control of her instrument.
The band ended the night with an all-over-the-place experimental version of “Your Lips Are Red,” chockfull of the night’s token distortion. Every band member played his or her own interpretation of the song’s midsection, before Daniel Hart on violin brought the group back together for a haunting conclusion. It was a divine set – worthy of the group’s religious moniker.
Set List:
Strangers
Save Me from What I Want
Laughing with a Mouth of Blood
Actor Out of Work
Jesus Saves, I Spend
Just the Same But Brand New
The Bed
These Days
Black Rainbow
Marrow
The Party
Encore: Dig A Pony
Your Lips are Red














