Concert Review: Baby’s All Right Get Hit With Leopold And His Fiction

Leopold And His Fiction performed at Baby’s All Right to the madness of the crowd. By madness, I mean insanity. Like Molly Burch, Mondo Cozmo, and now, Leopold I am beginning to understand that each performance, even from the same artist, can be different. I, usually, do not review artists’ concert more than twice, not on purpose, but I have to say it has expanded my definitions of not just how to perform but also how to make each show count in different ways.

If you read my previous concert review, I pretty much solidified that Leopold uses mania as a persona. Like his music, he needs to tap into a range of styles and personalities that flesh out the southern cowboy in “ Cowboy” or the man on the edge in “Better Off Alone” and “I’m Caving In”. No matter what, his personas are of men teetering on brinks but open to bridges. Yet, the one thing I noticed with Molly and Mondo, who are heading near the latter portions of their tour, is the confidence and stability an artist can get from their consistent performances. More than ever, Leopold has discovered a formula to his manic style that comes off fluid. As a viewer, to his previous concert, I saw the varying pieces to Leopold’s lyrical and sonic puzzle as a man that uses music for catharsis and therapy, but, at Baby’s All Right, I felt like I saw the puzzle. He was not as much an “everywhere man” as much as a man of everywhere, who has routined his bustling creativity to a concentrated burst. From dancing and keeling over his guitar near the ground to tempting the audience to join his craziness, Leopold is a phenomenal performer that has the sincere opportunity to become a phenomenon if he persists to etch out his musical figure so dynamically.

I have to note that the great thing about New York is its music scene, and the varying artists that can ALL fill out an arena for their talent. I say this, with sentimentality, because in a little nook at Baby’s All Right a man gave a show that could fill out three Staple Centers from his singular energy. Yet, he is not the most “famous” man, nor is he lauded for his girded voice of pain, withdrawal, and emotional journeys to discover the point of hope. Yet, New York, for being described as a lonely, concrete jungle, can hold some of the most relatable, relevant artists. Leopold And His Fiction continue filling concert halls and lounges because in a world that can glamorize self-destruction, he is one of the true artists to strip away that fake glamor. With smashings of country, blues, and rock n’ roll, he swindles his guitar and voice like Jack Daniels being swirled in a glass, to ask “If a drink brings you death, then why do you give it life?”. Of course, that drink can be any addiction or co-dependent bond that you have, but the point is the same’ Why do we, as human beings, put our healing in the hands of things that hurt us? For More Information On Leopold And His Fiction  And To Buy Darling Destroyer Click Here.