Concert Review: Phoebe Go Serves Bedroom Sounds In Concert Halls

While a plastic Octopus glared at her, as she strummed through her set Phoebe Go´s music felt the exact playlist you start when you lie down in bed and have decided to turn your brain off. Of COURSE, someone would see that statement as negative, but I see it as human and complimentary. It is something I mentioned in my Argylle. Sometimes, we just need entertainment to drift us away, but not into new thought and territories. Instead, take us to blankness; move us from our usual, over-whelmed nature into state of just being…. That’s it. 

Phoebe Go will just let you be. 

Breezing through her set, my friend remarked she needs a live band. There is something about her sound that, innately, invited bigger and more lush imagination and orchestration. I think, ironically, it is because she captures quiet so perfectly. She has made her soundscape the literal, audio embodiment of decompressing: that instances when you just need to wind down and turn the volume in your mind to a minimum. There is something beautiful and rare about that, especially because there was a sweet, easiness to her energy and songs. 

Listen, life is complicated, and I think we all, at least once a day, enter a full existential panic. While Phoebe will lyrically approach this truth, her energy feels like she’s walking away from them oddly enough like, her smoky voice is declaring,¨ Alright, that’s enough of feeling hazy. I´m going to Taco Bell¨…… damn, I’m craving. My point there is something unique about the journey of walking away…. not toward.