Live: Corrosion of Conformity's Show Stolen By Royal Thunder
Parsonz is magnetic: she projects a mysterious contradiction of strength and vulnerability. On Friday, she only half-faced the audience by angling herself stage-right -- so that we saw her mostly in profile -- while pointing the neck of her bass guitar, weapon-like, directly into the crowd. It was a guarded sort of stance, made beguiling by the opposing power of her gravelly voice.
Others have compared Parsonz to Alison Mosshart, Joan Jett, and Janis Joplin. While there's merit to these frames of reference, applying them risks glossing over whatever that indefinable "it" thing is that makes a singer unique. (And besides, we've never seen Mosshart, Jett, or Joplin do a near-backbend while playing bass.)
When a woman fronts a metal band, heads turn. It can be tempting to laud women in metal simply because they're more of an anomaly--or because they're attractive. But what makes a lead singer outstanding has nothing to do with gender. It has to do with presence and emotional commitment to the lyrics. It's something that cannot be faked. And when you see someone who sings from the depths of her soul, you cannot forget it.
Critical Bias: See "Better Than".
Overheard: "So, Brooklyn, how's the weather? How's the weather been?" --Mike Dean, Corrosion of Conformity
Random Notebook Dump: No more hot beverages at Saint Vitus. Bummer. But they do serve Tito's vodka.