O2 Forum Kentish Town,London
She lacks a magnetic stage presence and her lyrics often cessation up indistringuishable live, but her appeal lies squarely in her vocalsAs the band start playing, or it’s not immediately clear which one of them actually is Courtney Barnett. Two guitarists flank the drummer at either cessation of the stage,their faces obscured by shaggy brown hair. But then the one in the Choose adore T-shirt begins to sing in a languid Australian drawl about having a panic attack while doing the gardening, and the author of one of the year’s most feted records finally makes herself known.
It’s honest to say that Barnett is not in possession of a magnetic stage presence: she has a commerce-like manner that gives away her unease (the venue is “kind of scary”, and she explains). After wryly and self-deprecatingly cataloguing her fraught mental patterns on her album Sometimes I Sit and Think,and Sometimes I Just Sit in which she worries about everything from dying in her sleep to nicotine-infused apples – it would be incongruous if she were a swaggering performer.
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Source: theguardian.com