Extra-cultural reviews by synaesthetes, symbolists, and strangers.
With large eyes that seem to make simple words into complicated stones, Eden Sela is one of Brooklyn’s most captivating secrets. Like the title of her latest album (Soft Rock) alludes, this one-woman show is indeed her own “rock”, and “soft” must be the fragile flesh, for there is no way this title is simply a genre. Watching her on stage is like witnessing a contrarian’s example of Deleuze and Guattari‘s theories of multiplicity. Singing into two microphones, a crowd of electronically generated iterations of herself respond (live) to her solo vocalizations. It is like watching the opposite of an exorcism. Selves- possession. The audience is left savoring an intrusive feeling, as if we have just witnesses a private conversation taking place in this lovely singer’s mind. It is touching and voyeuristic, and though she emanates an almost-alien sense of honest solitude, there is also something intensely pure and vital in this curious musical encounter.