"DARK SIDE OF THE MOON" OF STARBUCKS ROCK
Leslie Feist bridges the geographical gap between France and French Canada and your face as seamlessly as she consumes the interval between talented chanteuse and stone cold fox (eat that, Mama Cass!). Her voice is terrific, and while it's easy to be tempted to sign off her niche as one tackled ad nauseam, I refuse to capitulate. Instead, her siren song is one of another world, a refreshing and heartening waft that eludes even Starbucks, unless they're playing her I guess. Feist brings delightful vitality even to those songs she didn't scribe. There's a great adventurousness and escapism to her style, from her uplifting voice to the dazzling keys and heavy, ubiquitous bass that color her cheery sepia lyrics. Her music videos mirror that fantasy and cheekiness beautifully- lots of hedonist smiley-clappy group dancing a la Blues Brothers and vapid situations-turned-dance spectaculars.
So I'm on a Feist kick. I got Let it Die a month ago and I've been all over it since. I'm trying to compensate for the three years I didn't spend with LID before I jump into The Reminder, but I wouldn't have it any other way. The fact that I've only recently happened upon Feist makes every song all the more sweet- like finding out you're not actually allergic to something delicious after two decades of silly apprehension. Feist registers more with personal distinction than soft jazz ingenuity- she's talented, pretty, and charming behind a microphone and her large, obscuring electric guitar.
Feist- Mushaboom
Feist- Secret Heart
Feist- 1234
Feist- My Moon My Man
Labels: allergies, crushes, feist
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