“I’m going to feed her my eyelash and she’s going to swallow it until it becomes a part of her.” Ladies and gentlemen, meet Mother Feather.
Sequins, glitter, feathers, and lace can be a surprising sight in City Winery’s refined outdoor alcove. The sheer contrast was almost as jaw-dropping as Mother Feather’s supercharged glam rock performance, which had West Villagers in the surrounding apartments headbanging and screaming from their windows.
Ann Courtney and Elizabeth Carena share a style that channels Ziggy Stardust-era Bowie – if he happened to be leaving a Black Sabbath concert and heading to the Rocky Horror Picture Show. And, eyelash-eating included, that’s not all they share.
The two front a slapdash, freaky-fun attitude, which pops against their group of heroically stoic men. Whether they were dancing between each other’s legs, swallowing a microphone, or showering themselves in water, Ann and Elizabeth owned the stage and demanded your focus.
Under a thunderstorm of facepaint, their eyes pierced the crowd and their voices surged through a feel-good setlist of “Mirror (Intro),” “Egyptology,” “Beach House,” “747,” “Living, Breathing,” “Trampoline,” “Totally Awesome,” “I.C.U.,” “Constellation Baby,” “Natty D,” and “Mother Feather.” Tongues out and chins up, they shook the polished West Village spectators – many of whom were still rocking office clothes.
“It just reminds me of the Prince and Michael Jackson that I saw when I was a kid,” said Mother Feather’s bassist, Matt Basile, when we caught up with them after the show. “I was like, ‘I don’t know what that is, but I want to do it.'”
Our thoughts exactly.
Article: Olivia Isenhart
Photos: Shayne Hanley