It’s been 7 years and 10 months and two weeks since Damien Rice last played Philadelphia. It’s taken him that long to release only his third album, My Favorite Faded Fantasy. The gorgeous Academy of Music was the perfect venue to host his return, reasonably large but still somehow intimate.
Rice is a study in contrast and dynamic range – emotional, audial and visual. He goes from a whisper to a scream, pure black to blinding sunlight and intimacy to fury in a click. Another thing about Rice is that no two concerts are ever the same. Each night brings a different set list, a different take on most of the songs. Where a track might be acoustic and off-mic one night, it might be a thunderous fuzz of ranting and feedback the next. A well-timed request can send everything in an entirely unexpected direction. Continue reading →