Perfume Genius @ St Pancras Old Church, London 14.05.12
"Maybe we should start this one again, it's short enough and it's just these three chords like all the other songs", Perfume Genius' Mike Hadreas jokes at a midset stumble on a rendition of 'Perry'. It speaks volumes about the 30-year-old Seattle based artist before us. These are, for the most part, simplistically arranged and feather light compositions, expounding the kind of on-the-edge-of-your-seat personal outpourings through a quiet falsetto, faltering with a sincerity of emotion at each utterance, that they are near impossible not to be moved by. As for the setting of St Pancras Old Church, it adheres perfectly to the stifled traumas of Hadreas' past. There is an air of confessional in these details; at moments hushed and quavering, while at others, in contrast to the pianist's spoken word, almost assured.
May 14th, 2012 at St Pancras Old Church, London / By Melanie McGovern

Never is this emotion more unguarded and plaintive than on 'Mr Petersen' or '17', each a frank account which is met with a quiet that falls over the audience and is only momentarily broken by a flurry of applause, during which Hadreas deems it safe to nervously utter his appreciation. There is little change to the precocious, human manner of the slight figure onstage from that revealed in his initial shows two years previous. And while he takes nearly half the set to be considered at ease with his position in front of the sold out London crowd, and as much as his performance rests on this balance between self exposure and introversion; an endearing quality to this awkward presence which is as important as the songs he shares; there's always a hope that he'll be able to crawl further out of his shell next time.
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