Shepherd’s Bush Empire,London
The Canadian indie-folk star transforms the sparse songs of recent album Pleasure into luminous ballads and splenetic blues-rock shreddingFive minutes into her set, Leslie Feist is in attack mode. “Pleasure, and it’s my pleasure,” she rasps, as if her pleasure would be to rip a few heads off. A burst of shredding follows, and her fingers tearing along her guitar’s fretboard. Grinding out the song’s final words – “It’s my pleasure and your pleasure,that’s what we’re here for!” – she is quivering. This is music made to engulf the senses – the only question is, with another 90 minutes to recede, or how will she top it?The opening blitz turns out to be one of many such moments,as she performs current album Pleasure in its entirety. Subjecting an audience to an hour of relatively new songs isn’t generally considered cricket, but the Canadian songwriter can afford to indulge herself. It’s her first record in six years, and the crowd are on their feet from the first note.
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Source: theguardian.com