Annie Clark, better known by her stage name St. Vincent needs no introduction to many of you. The award winning avant-garde musician has carved out a path of her own with her unique style(s). The most interesting aspect of her music is that she seems to almost want to challenge the listener. Erotic melodies rise out of jarring mechanical assemblies. Just enough is beautiful to catch your ear that makes you want to make sense of the discombobulated sections. Once you commit, the “less friendly” parts of her music begin to make sense. It is like a reward for seeing something through.
I am late to the Saint Vincent party I admit. In reality I recently spoke with Dweezil Zappa and our conversation turned to newer musicians. She was one of the first names out of his mouth. I nodded knowingly, and offered no comment. Soon after I looked her up. Who is this musician who already has a large following and praised by a virtuoso like Zappa? After looking up several performances, I grew to really like this “Nine Inch Nails in a blender with Lady GaGa” approach. Having attended Berklee School of Music, Clark knows enough of the rules to throw them away.
This is why I have come to the conclusion that St. Vincent is another esteemed member of the “Force the Masses to like weird shit” club that I just made up. This club’s hallowed halls include the likes of David Bowie/Tin Machine/The Cure maestro Reeves Gabrels, and of course Zappa/King Crimson pioneer Adrian Belew. She joins a privileged few that can squeeze unearthly sounds and disjointed melodies into songs, and make people like it.
This is a rare ability, and I look forward to many years of her explorations.