The Sayers Club was hosting one really hot Saturday night, and the atmosphere got so sexy that the entire room was under a magic spell for several hours. First, Luxe Obscura took us by surprise with a sort of Las Vegas experience, a captivating modern cabaret rapture featuring plenty of hot young women wearing a multitude of outfits, coming from everywhere, dancing on the large bar, doing acrobatic dances on poles, escalating the place in high heels, leather and sexy lingerie. On stage, a rock band was performing ‘80s and ‘90s hits with a hard rock swagger, and the entire thing looked equally great and debauched, but certainly as professional as a Cirque du Soleil number. The dancers were appearing from anywhere, jumping from a rope attached to the ceiling, running on stage through the crowd, balancing above our heads.
The very entertaining show is the vision of Neil Kadisha, the owner of Sayers Club and especially dancer-choreographer Molly D’amour, who has performed with Lady Gaga, Prince and Kanye West. She was the star of the show, with many dancers popping up from every corner of the room, mixing creativity and stylish aggressiveness, flooring all the men in the crowd, with their high heels pole acrobatics above the bar. They had absolutely no limits, and there was no surface they could not climb and perform on. While they were slowly peeling their clothes off and revealing more and more skin, the sophisticated spectacle was as provocative as it was chaotic, while tastefully flirting with decadence during a wet hair grand final.
But I was there for Bone Acre, who took the stage past midnight to install a chaos of their own. The band electrified the room with atmospheric dark guitars led by Caroline Heerwagen’s haunting howls and impressive stage antics. Their set was wild and raging, building a noir tension which got into cathartic heights like a mysterious tale of a lugubrious Americana. Caroline Heerwagen had a magnetic presence, she performed some frenetic dances with her white prairie dress and western red boots, displaying a rare level of intensity over layered psychedelic rock guitars flirting with an Interpol savagery during several songs like ‘Johnny’ or ‘Nothing Lasts’.
The music sounded excruciatingly personal and performed like an existential exorcism while it was difficult to not be impressed by the execution. If all eyes were on Caroline’s immaculate long dress during the first songs, mid-set, she changed into a western black suit with extra long arm fringes, as if she was metamorphosing into her dark side.
The high desert band, which also consists of Jason Obergfoll, Adam D’Zurilla, Sean Burgess and Ashley Mendel, got its name from the title of a novel that Heerwagen is writing, and has released a debut album ‘Oll Korrect’, recorded at the legendary Rancho De La Luna studio with Dave Catching, The collection of eight songs seems to refer to the same type of dark tales intertwined with personal conflicts and demons.
The very haunting ‘Home Song’ had a soothing melancholy creeping out below a soaring country anthem, while ‘It’s OK’ was searching for more dark dawns with Heerwagen’s anxious but fierce vocals fighting against pulsating thunder guitars. But, did I say how powerful this was? She could go from a tense murmur or a hurt whisper to an exorcist powerhouse in a minute, accompanying this sonic cleansing by some rebellious dance moves. Then, during a few moving moments, she was cruising the crowd, singing right in your face before hugging some random person. And if the last song had this Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds vibe — it was actually Grinderman’s ‘Love Bomb’ — the aggressiveness of the delivery fitted so well at the end of Bone Acre’s impassioned set.
simultaneously self-effacing and egomaniacs
essentially a disco remix of “Rocket Man” featuring one of the the UK’s biggest stars…
“I literally really need you to jump up and down”
Friday night might kill us but Thursday evening is a blast
it just isn’t the triumph she needed after six years
an impressive sonic ride.
a high-spirited Post Pandemic anthem
a memorable band who were never better than here
almost Pink Floyd-esque