MTV Review: FKA twigs Is An Angel At London's Heaven
She's not even dropped her debut album yet, but FKA twigs' stage presence is the stuff our dreams are made of...
By Tamara Roper
Finding Londoners crammed up against each other and happy about it is a rareity. Noses in armpits, elbows and stomachs, Heaven in Charing Cross was rammed to the roof, for FKA twigs’ biggest London show to date.
The Feeling: It’s almost two weeks until FKA twigs’ enormously anticipated debut LP1 comes out, and with a ten star review already in the bag, it was no wonder the gig sold out.
If the show was a test of how real the hype surrounding her is, Twigs already won, before even stepping on stage. Opening with a wall of sound that created images of scissor-handed producers slicing and piecing together synths and drum patterns, FKA twigs - lithe and ethereal - appeared.
The Look: Dressed in a catsuit she thanks her mum for making her at 13, FKA twigs is a hyper-sexualised songbird, the septum piercing offset by her styled baby hair.
Tunes: Owning the stage with her ex-backing dancer moves, the music was industrial yet beatific, a contradiction that twigs embodies perfectly.
Tracks we’d heard before, Water Me and Two Weeks, were received to rapture – a normally stoical London crowd shouting ‘pacify me twigs’ at the end of Papi Pacify. Twigs outpoured only when she spoke to the audience, cooing “I want to look at all of you”, as she left the stage.
Banter: Gasping as if she was about to burst into flames after ten rounds with Christian Grey, twigs called out to her mum to tell her to get out of the crush of the floor. LOL.
Sweat Factor: Every single person wanted just a little bit of FKA twigs, and the atmosphere can only be described as close - the music, the heat and the tension in Heaven clung to everybody.
Summary: The whole performance was a left field, one-woman equivalent of a Broadway musical; emotionally turbulent, ripe with precision and like nothing anybody had ever seen before. We were washed over and dragged to the shore, momentarily pulled into this tunnel where only twigs was present, writhing in the kaleidoscopic light of Heaven.