Concert Review: Paul Russell Cures Disco Fever In Baby´s All Right
With phones waving their lights like we were in MSG, Baby’s All Right became a funkadelic arena thanks to Paul Russell’s high vibe energy, and I was re-introduced to a guy I thought I knew. After all, Lil Boo Thang is a freaking trend: joyous, exuberant, and a the beginning of what I swear will happen: THE RETURN OF DISCO!!!!!!!
From Beyonce´s Renaissance to Drake´s 40 track album, For All The Dogs,there are some disco sound waves becoming more mainstream. Why, you ask? People forget that Disco arose as a jubilant counter to how broke and in war we were in the 70s: which definitely gives an example to what is happening in the 2020s. It gave a ¨fake it till you make it¨ energy with a splash of ¨F Off¨ to anyone who did not like it. Thus, Paul Russell is coming up at a perfect time because people are really going to LIKE him from now till the future, and I have proof by that crowd. For them, Russell was not simply entertaining; he was also relieving.}
I have mentioned it with a few artists before like, Iceage ,and it is not a small compliment, Paul Russell is perfect for an after work show. Hello! We are in NEW YORK! There are concerts everyday and, sometimes, on a Tuesday, I do not want to run home like, Florence Nightingale trying to resolve life. While he may not share the same sounds as those others artists, he shares the same crowd energy: people turning to him to feel less negatively impacted and emotional about the world they will find outside the concert hall. For them, Russell made them dance in a world that does not just feel stuck anymore, it feels like it is blatantly cutting off our legs.
Casually fun, absolutely sweet, and appearing like a guy that understood happiness should be consistent, Russell’s show emanated something core to early disco and funk: a protectiveness over good times. No one will ever stop liking a sad song or, at least one track, that is filled with rage and someone scream-singing about pain. Yet, because joy is feeling like a rarer commodity, the people Russell attracted felt like a rare gem, too. Sometimes, you go to a show as much for an artist as their crowd, and Russell had nice fans that refused to let common social anxiety or doubt ruin their night with their perceived Dance King. In essence, he gave a show, but his fans gave a party, and that makes him, automatically, a concert to attend.