She danced in the spotlight, romantic and raw. Her voice, both masculine and feminine. Echoing through the theater like waves of mysterious energy. I couldn’t stop staring. His hands on the keyboard, hair down his face, hitting the drum pad in a pulsating rhythm. Youryoungbody made me want to dance. With sexual undertones I closed my eyes and felt like I was in an underground 90s vampire club from the opening scene of Blade. People dancing to the sounds of electro-punk-gothic darkness gave way to some kind of medicine we all needed.
Youryoungbody emboldened me. Half way through the set, I was full on dancing. The music made me move like I did in my early 20s dancing freely in a crowd after midnight. Layered synth, drum, and vocals took us on a journey through the underworld of dark beauty and we stayed there feeling our bodies and minds connecting to a different type of place. One with no boundaries or expectations.