The show started with a trio of dancers—neon-clad hypemen and women—who took the audience through some surreal feel-good aerobics to warm up the proceedings. Finally though, the Knife came on stage after a long day of pouring rain. That worked out alright; everyone seemed to be planning on getting sweaty wet anyway, so they may as well enter damp.
The stage was alight with bold pink, blue and aquamarine colors all over the place. Dancers bandied about all over the stage clad in wonderful glitter masks and art-punk haircuts. Dancers put all their bodily being into rocking egg shakers that were shaped like a glowing piece of the radical rock. Seriously, with it’s flashing lights and holographic levels of stairs filled with undulating bodies in the matching satin-sheen jumpsuits depicted in Shaking The Habitual‘s art, the stage set-up looked like the Aggro Crag a midst a glitter earthquake. ‘Twas a techno heaven!
The show? Spectacular, and not just for all the amazing stage production and the non-stop modern dance choreography, but also the Knife, for this show at least, was a community. It was the guy in the sound booth wearing a sparkly Sun-Ra-esque cape; it was the guy in the crowd lighting a joint; it was the stage hands constantly wiping down a corner of the stage; it was Bjork and Michael Stipe watching from the balcony. Instead of a performance solely from the brother-sister duo Karin Dreijer Andersson and Olof Dreijer, there were between 10 to 15 dancers and musicians onstage at any given moment, many of whom proclaimed “We are the Knife!” Interesting, as Dreijer Andersson or Dreijer were inconspicuously in uniform like all the dancers.
It was absolutely worth the slog through the rain and the too-long gap of time since the Knife had been back in NYC.
Photos Adela Loconte