YVES TUMOR LIVE AT VILLAIN
A tall slender man wearing a skeleton mask over his head took the stage. A thin table towards the back of the stage was the only thing between the mysterious Yves Tumor and the anxious crowd. Soon it would no longer seem like a distant barrier. Within 5 seconds of turning on the industrial noise, he was in the crowd, singing in enchanting dissonance.
The occult alternative music figure was yelling random nothings into the ears of those who listened. The off-beat yet melodic backdrop served as the dark space Tumor and his crowd thrived on. He gave his body and soul into the performance, soaring above his crowd and rolling back onto the stage, literally.
Even as he began his set, his makeup was dripping off his face. A dark red lipstick matched his torn shirt, and smudged black eyeliner paired off with his streaky black and white pants along with several leather accessories adorned over the rest of his body. His performance was like none other I’ve heard, looped beats with loud, distorted and eerie sounds filled the packed Brooklyn nightclub.
The echoes of his voice encouraged the crowd around him to dive even deeper into the unorthodox ocean of sounds. It may have been other than normal, but it was evident the people related and relished in it.