Tearist live @ Lyric Theater, Hollywood

I had the wondrous opportunity to see the echo-synth-noise-darkwave duo Tearist (pronounced tear-like rip apart) perform at Los Angeles‘s Lyric Theater a few nights ago. As a total Tearist virgin, I was only marginally prepared for what would ultimately become an invitedly deep aural penetration. The magnetically charged female vocalist, Yasmine Kittles, took the stage with a confidence that screamed ‘please buckle up‘. However, my mind was still buzzing thanks to the incredible energy brought into the room by the previous band Coming, I failed to strap in and ended up being ejected through the front windshield as we slammed into a wall of sound.

The duo channelled music & art’s deepest cuts as Kittles‘ vocals fully opened up. With her diaphragm in full effect, she belted a knockout blend of reverberant aural pleasure that perfectly expanded into every dark centimetre of the room. Kittles‘ counterpart, William Menchaca, stretches a flawless synth-beat canvas for her to paint the vocals across. If I was a synesthete I’m pretty sure the complete sound would’ve looked like an artistic collaboration between Dali, Pollock, and Van Gogh. Incredibly thick paint smeared, melted, and splattered, yet somehow perfectly composed.

Kittles‘ also featured a signature brand of DIY percussion that took the show to a uniquely connected level. Simply a pipe and steel cylinder that she commands yet seems to play itself as she whacks it, drops it, and throws it. A few drops down into the audience with her found object contraption and I felt like I was a part of the operation. I hit instant recall of the toddler joy the first time I hit a cookpot with a spoon on the kitchen floor.

Bonus points for the on-stage floor fan, sending Kittles‘ hair and red dress into a rippling wave that only further complimented the audio-visual music-art experience. I look forward to the next time I get to see this duo perform. I’ll know I’m not going to a concert but to a full-scale performance art piece. It would’ve been just as well suited for a gallery exhibition at the MOMA, as the dark cold Lyric Theater. I’ll choose to remain unbuckled in the future as well, slamming into the wall of sound at full speed was perfectly fulfilling.

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