Live Review 4/24/12: tUnE-yArDs and St. Vincent Explode Minds and Corneas at the Fox
The last song before an encore of "Northern Lights" was Clark's newest single, "Krokodil." It involved one of the most jaw-dropping antics I've ever witnessed. Braving the raucous crowd, Clark dove off the stage into a sea of welcoming hands. She then crowd-surfed for the entirety of the song, all the while singing nonstop, both impeccably and forcefully. Sure, performers crowd-surf all the time. But not usually the incredibly beautiful, statuesque, marmoreal, somewhat delicate-looking types.
With her all-black getups, head of wild curls, and skeletal frame, fog rising behind her silhouette, Clark, who probably doesn't weigh more than 90 pounds, can sometimes look like a character straight out of a Tim Burton film: Diminutive yet strangely powerful. As she crowd-surfed, her spindly legs and spiky heels sticking straight up to the sky, Clark somersaulted and ricocheted across the orchestra pit like a gothic warrior princess beach ball: feather-light and heavy-hitting. A show-stopper.