M.I.A. - Terminal 5 - 11/4/13

Categories: Last Night, M.I.A.

Photos Alexandria Ethridge
Better Than: Flying like paper and getting high like planes.

Between the beat cavalcade, the dizzying light show, the nonstop frenzy and a delivery so enigmatically unapologetic it could only be called her own, M.I.A.'s live show is a (mostly) successful demonstration in excess -- and even then that's an understatement. Having already performed one solid show at Terminal 5 before stopping by the (incredibly strange) YouTube Music Awards Sunday night, M.I.A. returned to the cavernous venue to properly celebrate Matangi, the hotly anticipated follow-up to 2010's Maya (or /\/\ /\ Y /\, if you want to the take twice as long to type the title out) with a show as incendiary as the lyrics it banks on. The setlist was generously split between Matangi's track list and the more cultivated hits of M.I.A.'s catalog from her debut Arular and Kala after it, with the familiar bass lines of "Galang," "Bamboo Banga," "Boys" and "Paper Planes," the single Pineapple Express co-opted and transformed into a summer anthem, before the close of the evening.

See also: M.I.A. Classes Up the "Pineapple Express" Trailer

Though M.I.A. switched seamlessly between the old and new stuff, the night was not without its imperfections, and the her voice, more often than not, was the root of the problem. At her strongest, she climbed atop a speaker on the side of the stage, fanned herself nonchalantly, took a deafeningly quiet moment to announce Matangi's official debut and rally the crowd ("Do I have my warriors in the dance?!") before leaping down only to work the front rows for every scream they had while giving her dancers a run for their money.

She spat, sneered, beamed, feigned shock and surprise and fury as she pushed back against the wall of noise booming in from behind her that continually closed in. It's the insatiably addictive percussive lines that first draw M.I.A. fans in before they realize the might behind her lyrics -- and M.I.A., at times, was overwhelmed by the cacophony surrounding her. (This isn't entirely her fault and could've been a technical or engineering issue, as feedback was a problem throughout the night and there were several instances where you could barely hear her over the beat.) The loftier vocal lines escaped her as well, most noticeably with "Galang," which fell flat where both the energy and tuning was concerned.

That said, perfect pitch isn't the primary factor when an explosive talent is slaying the audience, bringing them up onstage with her for an impromptu dance party and making short of the trickier lines in her catalog. As such, the M.I.A. spectacle was just shy of being spectacular.

Location Info


Terminal 5

610 W. 56th St., New York, NY

Category: Music

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