![]() ![]() The rather motionless audience was pelted with muffins and tea before the ladies defiantly marched to their climax, One Foot in Front of the Other, the final song off Fight Like a Girl. ![]() Autumn relied on her stagecraft to carry the show along, dropping the concert sensibility for an air of theater. This was only after the ladies invited one woman on stage to kiss the feather-clad Varlow. Halfway through the show, Captain Maggot performed an enticing dance with a hula hoop of flames. It seems her focus now is infusing her music with a decadent taste for theatrics. A somewhat hypnotic beat is paired with lyrics that are like snippets from the women’s ward of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.Īutumn was known to be something of a prodigy on the violin, yet there were no instruments at this performance. It amounted to the epitome of personal-experience lyrics, though, considering that Autumn was admitted to a psychiatric ward after attempting suicide in 2004. Moving like some possessed marionette, Autumn sat in a wheelchair and sang through gritted teeth. If it wasn’t apparent by the second song that Emilie Autumn’s act is not for the conservative music fan, her sarcastic ode to pharmaceuticals, Take the Pill, certainly sealed the deal. Veronica Varlow, the other sidekick (who bore a striking resemblance to Bettie Page), licked her scalpel like a lollipop. The three ladies used scalpels as dancing props throughout the song. A red light bathed the stage, which had climbing structures and a metal cage topped with a vintage-looking clock that did not tick. When speaking to the audience, tiny, fire-haired Bloody Crumpet Captain Maggot addressed them as “Ladies and gentlemen, and anyone unsure or in-between!”įollowing Fight Like a Girl, Autumn delved into Time for Tea, another track from her new album. Multiple men wore top hats and platform boots, while women dressed in corsets with striped tights. Most were Tim Burtonesque creations of girls who look like dolls, and guys who look like they hang out at malls. “Plague rats,” as Autumn likes to call her fans, dotted the barely half-full venue. Their outlandish behavior was palpable from the start, but the lack of a lively crowd (or really a crowd at all) put a dull tone over the whole evening. ![]() The song is essentially a battle cry, with Autumn’s warning, singing: “My heart is a weapon of war. Opening with the titular track from Fight Like a Girl, Autumn and the Bloody Crumpets, her singing burlesque sidekicks, were demonically charged from the start. This latest album is probably her most empowering to date, focusing on feminist lyrics through macabre concepts. Her uniquely coined “Victoriandustrial” music is an amalgamation of classical cabaret-inspired electronica. We’ve been trained by the very best, we think you might just be impressed Eradicate the enemy! Somewhere it’s always time for TEA! Eradicate the enemy! Eradicate! Revenge is a dish that is best served now.Simultaneous sun showers and sullen skies set a befitting air of dreary surprise Monday evening as Emilie Autumn, a classically trained violinist with a past as unstable as the weather, brought the dark allies of the Victorian era to the stage at Revolution Live in Fort Lauderdale.Īutumn’s Fight Like a Girl Tour is named after her newest album, released last July. We’ve been trained by the very best, we think you might just be impressed Eradicate the enemy! There is always time for tea! Revenge is a dish that is best served now! I am that little girl, I have that little curl, right in the middle of my forehead, and when I am good I’m a pretty little thing, but when I am bad I am fucking gorgeous! Hatchet…CHECK! Scalpel… CHECK! Electroshock Machine… CHECK! It’s time for war It’s time for blood It’s time for…TEA! We got the tools, we got the time, We’ll punish you for your crimes against humanity. It’s time for… TEA! We got the tools, we got the time, We’ll punish you for your crimes against humanity. ![]() It’s time for… TEA! One day that little girl may find a filthy metal spike and drive it right in the middle of your forehead, for she and her friends this is very very good, but for you the game is over, this is revolution! Hatchet… CHECK Scalpel… CHECK! Amputation Saw… CHECK! It’s time for war. There was a little girl who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead and when she was good she was very very good but when she was bad she was homicidal! Hatchet… CHECK! Scalpel… CHECK! Rusty steel syringe… CHECK! It’s time for war. ![]()
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