For someone who has their reputation shelved high in the echelons of fashion (she has walked for Marc Jacobs), the vision of Sky Ferreira, on stage at the Prince Bandroom last Wednesday night, rejected most designer aesthetics one could imagine.
Sky confessed she didn’t know it was going to be so cold here (she’d only landed that day, flying in from the UK); perhaps the reason she wore a slouchy jumper and beanie, or maybe because she simply wanted to. After all, Sky Ferreira’s appeal is in her effortless cool.
Her stage presence was glassy eyed and she moved at a jet-lagged pace, but all the haze surrounding her appearance contrasted with the stark beauty of her well-carved face and wide-set eyes. You could detect the model in the musician when she unabashedly leant into cameras held by fans in the front row.
Much of Sky’s writing is from a girlish perspective; perhaps the reason she’s admitted not many men “get” her music. Yet, if that’s the case, she may have to reconsider that point of view, as the near capacity crowd was healthily gender mixed; as well as vocal and generous. “Can I show you my tits?” one fan catcalled, as others in the front row exuded enthusiasm and gifted her sunglasses to try on.
Sky’s set-list didn’t venture beyond her debut LP ‘Night Time, My Time’. A setback, considering gems hidden on her ‘Ghost’ EP, yet songs chosen were done so with killer heart and an air of starry-eyed tragedy. The opener ’24 Hours’ is the perfect theme to an edgy, 90s teen romance. The lyrics, “There’s no tomorrow without you”, harrowed through the dark of the venue.
There’s ripeness in Sky’s voice; it’s worn in, like an artist twice her age; and it’s what glues you to her presence, despite its shambles and moments of awkwardness. Half way through the driving ode to the Japanese underground, ‘Omanko’, Sky demanded, with a bashful air, “We’re doing that again, because I couldn’t hear shit”, feedback issues were evident. She resurrected the song with added willpower. She was obviously weary but determined to give back to an audience that gave so much.
Sky concluded her main set with the near perfect ‘Everything Is Embarrassing’, before returning, due to the need of the crowd that chanted, “BLAME MYSELF. BLAME MYSELF!” They weren’t going to let her disappear, not without hearing her latest single. Sky obliged, she sang ‘I Blame Myself’ on the condition that the crowd aid her weakness by singing the chorus. They more than filled out the deficit in her voice.
On the whole, Sky managed to triumph over her exhaustion, even if there were moments when her music was more powerful than her; pleasing an audience that energised her when she needed it most.