Lorde Live at Festival Hall

16th July 2014

The escapade began with the search for the appropriate gate, which was the entrance into what was about to be a show that would lock me on the fan train for Lorde eternally.

The bass of “Glory and Gore” vibrated the barrier of Festival Hall. I was powerless to the pull around the waist that drew me into the darkness to the floor filled with doted Lorde enthusiasts. Shoulder to shoulder, in stance with my competitors for the best view, it didn’t matter where you were, all seats in the house, I felt, gave you an experience in itself that would have you talking days later. Lorde has proven she isn’t your average seventeen year old. As screams created the volume of the hall, she carried herself with a natural, instinctive confidence, that wasn’t off-putting, but more enchanting; she was mesmerizing.

Lorde revealed you don’t need an elaborate set, or a huge band with back up singers to create an entertaining performance. With one drummer and one guy on a keyboard behind her, the whole performance was Lorde; no add-ons’ were needed to prove to the crowd she’s the real thing. Talented to say the least is an understatement, she had a way to put the audience under a hypnotic state that at times, it was really hard to move. It was one of those shows where you feel you need to ignite your lighter and wave it above your head to enhance the moment, but this was a perfect balance of bliss and contagion

No enhancements noticeable, Lorde’s voice was crisp and clear. Singing live needs to be heard by all, her digital works dont give her talent justice. With ‘Buzzcut Season’ and ‘White Teeth Teens’, I was caught in a rip that brought me out and then further in from her trance. Her pre-recorded backing behind her live vocals was pure artist genius. No back up singer would have been able to produce a natural assembled tone to match her own, except her own. The lighting involved in this production enveloped her work, not that it needed it, but the phantasmagoria light projection that rebounded from the ceiling was breath taking. You found the crowd immobile, it was a sight that had to be seen to be experienced.

New release, and never heard before by me “Easy” that is a feature song by ‘Son Lux,’ had me at the first trumpet beats. This was the perfect combination of jazz and barbarian stimuli, which was outside the circle of what Lorde had previously delivered. Easily my favourite song of the night, I made sure I didn’t forget the name she had introduced, I couldn’t keep the dirty rhythm out of my head. There weren’t many lyrics to this song, but she knew exactly what she was doing here, she was able to take this song to the next level, with her eerie edge that was only promiscuous and charismatic. I would pay just to watch her dance in the centre of the stage. She would throw her body around at the break of each thump of the drum line, with crooked pale arms that seeped through her big mop of curly brown hair, which created a monster-like illusion that restricted you to look away. As the music faded and applause grew, my hunger was still in place. With a strobe light projecting up around me, smoke curled around the silhouette of Lorde as she demonstrated a truly entertaining contemporary dance piece, that combined with this dark composition gave the perception of a forbidden village chanting an evil spirit around an open fire.

All I can say is “Thank you Lorde”. I’m so glad she decided not to do the cliché encore segment, but instead replace it with what a concert close should be all about, a celebration. Beginning with a ten minute closing monologue by talking to the audience, she expressed how she felt in that moment, making us aware how much she appreciated her fans. Fans holding on to every word and breath she conveyed, she suggested they stick around after the show, as she loves taking photos with them. This dedication and commitment to the people who have supported her, with getting her where she is today, is really both rare and heart warming. Most artists lack this loyalty, but even after all her worldwide attention she remains grounded with her true identity still intact.

She followed her monologue with her expression of the reality with having to grow up fast the past year being in the music industry. She related to the crowd at a personal level stating that “growing up sucks”, which introduced us to ‘Ribs’. Disappearing mid song, fast enough you didn’t notice know she was gone, we were presented with a Florence and the Machine influence of Lorde, all in gold. With shotguns of confetti bursting beside her, we found ourselves soon at the end of the show.

This was a concert that showed that her ‘Pure Heroin’ album had no one hit one wonders, but, it was a hit album overall.

I’m looking forward to the day I see her perform at Rod Laver Arena. 

Elle Sutherland