Gig Diaries: Madblush, Clube Cucko, 09/04/14
The club seemed inauspicious, mostly empty, 80s pop songs echoing in the space- clearly I had misjudged Brazilian gig times, by turning up on time. Soon there was a crowd that seemed increasingly mixed between a diecdedly queer crowd and a much striaghter seeming army of photographers and videographers, using what seemed like high end steadicams and professional cameras to capture the proceedings. Madblush is not a band, even if their sound is a rich one combining and 80s synthpop sensibility with more edgy tendencies, bordering at times on light industrial. But the performance was as much visual as auditory, Madblush palying the audience with her studied robotic dance moves, drawing on such precursor divas as Debbie Harry and Grace Jones. Madblush’s appearance is of a queen with decidedly glam, gothic and trashy tendencies—it was only after the gig I noticed her arms covered in fake blood, and her PVC outfit was definitely suggestive of underground ‘alternative’ practices. But the show was not only about costume- but songs ranging form pure pop exhortations to ‘Lose Yourself to Dance’ to quite different tendencies to ‘be a Puta’ or to indulge in champagne, the title of her latest song. It was a performance conjuring a world at once glamorous and trashy and fitting-because atypical-introduction to the Porto Alegre music scene….