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Nika Roza Danilova (or Zola Jesus) stands at most five feet tall, but her sound is at least twice that. On Taiga (2014), we discovered boundlessness; at Bimboโ€™s 365 Club in San Francisco two evenings ago, we witnessed the conquering of mountains.

Much like Lorde, but with a Jesus/Madonna complex, Danilova really canโ€™t dance. Throughout her set Wednesday night, she shimmied and jerked like Alice Glass, made eccentric Bjรถrkian hand motions, showcased quick footwork, and shrugged happily and knowingly towards the cameras at the front of the historic music hall.

Dressed in a hooded, dark blue cape and backlit by a large iceberg-shaped paper lamp, Danilova delivered the entirety of Taiga from start to finish for the first time with a four-piece brass ensemble consisting of session musicians on a tuba, several trombones, and a trumpet. She commented, between โ€œDustโ€ and โ€œHungerโ€, laughing as she broke the fourth wall (which, for the most part, didnโ€™t exist that night), โ€œWe have no idea what weโ€™re doing right now.โ€

On the contrary, we think she knew exactly what she was doing. Like great leaders who never intended to lead, and artists before her with a great sense of self-awareness, Zola Jesus was a performer who, in her insecurities, found a radiant, everymanโ€™s sort of confidence. Other great one-liners:

โ€œSan Franciscoโ€ฆ what the fuck, man. I played my first show at Milkbar โ€“ is that still around?” (post “Go”)

โ€œA capella, bitchesโ€ฆโ€ (pre-โ€œNail,” after a false start on a wrong tuning note; she proceeded to deliver the first half solo)


 
โ€œDustโ€ and โ€œHunger,โ€ which we skirted over in our album review, were the highlights of the performance.

The former came after a brass-heavy opening and โ€œDangerous Days;โ€ its stripped-down accompaniment provided a break for her distinct vocals to shine over pounding bass and tuba. Her coreย percussive support (composed of sound engineers and instrumentalistsย Alex DeGroot,ย Mikey Pinaud, and Daniel Eaton) was to be noted here, switching between soft mallet toms and harsher ride cymbal.

Punctuated trombone motifs on the latter utilized the live brass unit best, creating danceable moments during which Danilova shuffled about the stage spastically, a Michael Jackson on speed. A few musical stutters occurred here and there — we caught a cymbal slip on an otherwise well-executed โ€œGo (Blank Sea)โ€ — but these will certainly be stamped out as the tour progresses.

An hour later, when Taiga finally drew to a close on a majestic rendition of โ€œItโ€™s Not Over,โ€ the crowd was in shock. Half of them had sung every word, and the other half had witnessed a thoroughly moving performance which they would be compelled to piece together afterwards, perhaps by purchasing the physical record on their way out of the venue. But before doing so, they called Danilova back onstage for an encore.

Having exhausted her new material, Danilova appeased veterans with a four-track summary of her prior discography: โ€œClay Bodies” from The Spoils (2009), โ€œSea Talkโ€ from Stridulum (2010), and โ€œVesselโ€ from Conatus (2011). A telltale foghorn indicated the start of grand finale, โ€œNightโ€ from Stridulum again. At one point, she exited the stage (another fourth barrier no-no), revealing just how tiny she was as the audience tried to follow her visually; even the Bimboโ€™s staff had difficulty spotlighting her as she walked through the crowd.

The dynamic during this encore, despite being a diverse range of emotions from powerfully sobering (โ€œSea Talkโ€) to fiercely energetic (โ€œVesselโ€), was nothing quite like the core of the performance. It was there, earlier, that her feelings of pride and emotional attachment came through; it was with Taiga that Zola Jesus identified.

But she connected with San Francisco on a deeper level, too, leaving the city with a genuinely modified lyric — โ€œat the end of the night, I can be with you.โ€

Article by Joanna Jiang

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