“‘I love you, sexy Jesus,’ he whispered, before meandering through ‘Roche’ (one of my favorites). Maybe it was the God-praising, LSD-intrusive context, but something about this song shook me to the core. It was passionate, it was loud, it was fucking real. Whatever drug-induced batshit crazy state of consciousness Sebastien was in, it was working. He delivered an assertive, personal performance worthy of anyone’s attention. His physical behavior was erratic but entertaining, taking full advantage of his surroundings—lying on top of his piano, axing amidst the crowd on the floor, kneeling onstage by his effects pedals. He was simultaneously pleasant and repulsive, appealing and grotesque.”
(via i guess i’m floating)
