Five disturbing things I saw at Emilie Autumn last night
“Corruption!” yelled Veronica, her tightly laced bodice sparkling, with her fist thrust in the air. The crowd screamed. It was a rallying cry at Emilie Autumn‘s show at the Beaumont last night: something that everyone — from teenage girls with pink hair to their mothers in tennis shoes and sparkling teal tops — could get behind.
After all, we were at an Emilie Autumn show: the vegan, bi-polar, asexual Victorian industrial, classically trained violinist, who has a tattoo on her arm of her cell-block number from her stay in the mental. Oh, and she’s also obsessed with rats.
Unsurprisingly, freak behavior was at a premium at the Beaumont. Here are the top five disturbing moments that I witnessed last night.
