Stores boast crazy sales like “Buy three, get one free!” Concerts do the same thing, in a way, giving audiences an opener along with the headliner they’re paying to see. The joint show of indie-folk singer-songwriters Julien Baker, Phoebe Bridgers
The three singers melded into a seamless marathon show, each woman capable of hollering notes listeners feel in their entire bodies. It was all wrapped with a giant bow at the end when the trio came together to perform as their newly-made group,
According to Baker, the band formed after the three agreed to tour together, but the way their powerful voices rose in unison felt like they started playing together years ago when their careers launched. Their lyrics and cohesion were, in fact, genius — they’re the one group project I actually want to be a part of.
Just weeks after their self-titled EP dropped, the musicians held the crowd in suspense before sharing new tracks with a
Bridgers followed up with her country-tinged, quietly heartwrenching set. She and her band dressed in all black, silhouetted by yellow string lights, immersing us in the music best listened to while sitting and contemplating under stars. With a folk-goth presence and ghostly guitar strums, Bridgers brought edgy melancholy to the stage, touching on domestic violence and death in her songs. But bold notes and a cover of a love song about the internet (Gillian Welch’s “Everything Is Free”) sliced through the dreariness to get the audience screaming.
After Dacus and Bridgers’ full bands jammed with the crooners on stage, Baker entered The
The audience was a collective puddle of emotions after moving to each of the uniquely talented songstresses. When Dacus, Bridgers
Baker’s sound mimics a church choir, full of vibrato and interlaced with the piano backing her lyrics. When she was joined by her two friends, they became a women’s choir, their voices layered perfectly. Separately they were magical, but together they were a full force to be reckoned with. They became a delicious combination, like a layered cake. Each piece, each key was better than the last and I was sad to have an empty plate, especially when the last bite was a sweet taste of them singing “Ketchum, ID.”
Fresh off an appearance on NPR’s Tiny Desk and Late Night with Seth Meyers,