Grizzly Feist
Brooklyn’s Grizzly Bear opened up for Canadian dynamo Feist last night at the Moore — not an obvious combination, but the Bear’s Dungen-esque psycho/folk seemed to please the crowd as a warmup. The main act got a warm reception as well, applying a punk veneer to many of the radio-friendly singles which have rocketed her to increased popularity. Feist’s storied struggle with damage to her vocal chords was in evidence last night, at least to my untrained ears — but the occasional failure to produce certain notes didn’t detract from the overall experience and actually made the show a bit more personal, despite the large venue.
(Your correspondents were seated in true nosebleed altitude, on the Moore’s “Second Balcony.” The Feist herself claimed to have climbed into the last row on that balcony, before the show, just to experience how high up and distant it was. This is our excuse for the crummy photo quality.)
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I thought that they did a great job in such a big space. Of course, the self-sampling tricks always charm me senseless, but bringing out a tap dancer for a rhythm section during one song was cute enough that I almost didn’t mind that she omitted my favorite song from the setlist.