Dressed all in white, in contrast to her black-clad backing band, Zola Jesus gives the impression of a woman not used to shrinking into the background. When the Yeti Stage’s flaky sound system starts to waver, her response is to climb onto the on-stage speaker and sing her lungs out.
Her operatic education is apparent in a voice seemingly too forceful for her slight frame – her descent into the photographic pit sees her disappear from sight for most of the audience. But her enthusiasm prompts her to vault the fence and continue singing as she skips around the edges of the crowd. Just as she risked being encircled, her latest dramatic gothy anthem reached a shrieking climax, and she was able to dart back though to protective barrier and its none-too-impressed security guards.
