The Hug and Pint, Glasgow
Veering dangerously close to performance art, Hval redeems her full Ono with wit and self-awareness served with sparse tunes that echo early Björk
It may be Guy Fawkes night, but Jenny Hval seems more interested in a workout than fireworks. The Norwegian art-pop provocateur takes to the stage zipped up in a scruffy grey hoodie, hefting a slightly deflated yoga ball that, frankly, looks like it has been booted round a school playground. “The yoga ball is full of emptiness,” she deadpans later. “That’s why I like it.”
Hval’s critically lauded third album Apocalypse, Girl, a bewitching record of sexually frank, persistently existential musings over disconcertingly plangent electronica, has made her a hot ticket. This cosy venue is so packed that when she sits on the ball during the opening, Kingsize – a stream-of-consciousness mission statement that includes the phrase “I rock the bananas gently” – Hval essentially vanishes from sight for everyone but the front row.
by Graeme Virtue via Electronic music | The Guardian
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