Concert Review: Poppy Turns Brooklyn Into A Happy Hell
Going to a Poppy Show is like texting Barbie if she’d like to have coffee in the ninth circle of hell. There is something exuberantly happy and demonic happening, all at once. Ladies with pink hair and frilly dresses and death make-up that made them look like they were crying black tears; each of them joyfully chatting with each other about bosses named “Frank” and “Jerry.” Unless, Jerry owned a candy shop in the underworld, it was coolly crazy to see Poppy’s world and how people loved it for being a hellish fantasy.
Frankly, I can’t blame them for having an occult-ish attraction to happiness; this feeling feels surreal and, if we are going to live a hellish reality, might as well make the fantasy version of it, too. Hence, Poppy stared at her neon-pink mirror that lit up like a Christmas tree and then revealed her reflection, of which she belted a guttural scream towards like her own face was Medusa. You may think my words are facetious or trying to lessen how powerful Poppy is in touching on the nuance of the goth/death lovers of this world. Yet, Poppy, as an image and performer, represents how we are attracted to Death and “dark things” is because they could feel closer to freedom and happiness than the fake,“goody-goody” ideals that most of us feel we are served like, the GOP talking about morals.
Poppy – I Disagree (Official Music Video)
Sure rainbows are beautiful, but most pop up after a serious hurricane or terrible tornado. Poppy lives in that space: why wait for the rainbow. F**K IT! Make the hurricane your rainbow, and put on the blackest eye-liner and the shiniest jump-suit to dance in the storm. Her fans see her like a GODDESS for that, and sing her lyrics as if they are the Bible passages they read to get them through mundane work-weeks, snoozy final tests, and whatever things we do to get by days while we wait to live them. Thus, her command of them was what I HAD to watch.
Poppy – BLOODMONEY (Official Music Video)
From BLOODMONEY to a cover of All The Things She Said, Poppy is so firm yet warm like, an alien coming down from her birth-star to greet us. She tears through the stage:kicking, punching, and yelling into the space like a demon-slayer, and people lived for it. Poppy may feel like a cartoon super-hero but she slays like a literal badass, which encourages her audience. They see her like their teacher on how to fuse your fantasy into your reality and how darker paths, eventually, lead to light. For More Information On Poppy Click Here.
