She arrived like a fury on stage, with a metallic object on hand (was it a big crucifixion nail?) tearing down the Jubilee banner on the side of the stage, she was screaming like a mental ward escapee and cried her inner torture during the whole set in front of a totally fascinated crowd.
In the middle of a bright sunny day, Tearist played an avant-garde spectacle, between mental patient crisis and Greek tragedy, so obscure, you could almost see the darkness descending on your shoulders despite the hot sun, and so impregnated by the Absurd, you had to give up making sense of the whole thing at the first minute.
Just wearing a black bra, a black panty, and a totally see-trough dress, Yasmine Kittles had not a resting moment, constantly agitating her long hair, she torn down the space around her, doing a frenetic dance, kneeling down to play with the distortion pedals in front of her to get her melodic shouts echo in reverb, while Will Menchaca, on synth, was producing the most disturbing electronic quirks, whirls and electro beats.
It was a curiosity more than anything else, may be too weird to be totally dark, too schizophrenic to be welcoming, though everybody in the crowd was attentive and captivated: will she end up jumping in the crowd to stab someone? Will she end up killing herself? You had to wonder, she was really good at what she was doing!
It lasted for what it seemed to be a long time, she screamed as if she was crucified, then lamented with ennui, or got some rainforest-animal-screams from her pedals, while the synth industrial sounds was playing the soundtrack of her hellish daytime nightmare.
Then, she took a piece of metal and began to beat the hell out of another bigger piece, as if her life depended on it, she hit the amps, she had the crazy eyes and was doing some heavy breathing in the mic,… she could have been either a wild female chimpanzee escaped from her cage, or a girl being electrocuted, I am not sure, but soon it was over. People clapped at the end of her horror movie, which, I have read, is influenced by Artaud’s Theater of Cruelty,… she may have killed the beast inside at the end, still not sure.
