Janelle Monae kills it and Of Montreal makes it weird at Liberty Hall

Of Montreal and Janelle Monae

Liberty Hall

Janelle Monae must suck at Pictionary.

Clad in a velvet black cape that swept the floor, the budding icon warbled and wailed while she briefly slashed at a three-foot tall canvas on stage with a paintbrush. The soul visionary was creating a half-baked representation of some human form (boobs? A vagina?), emblazoning the painting with “Love You” before abandoning the whole cherade in favor of throwing her hands up and belting. The painting wasn’t the important part, anyway. That wasn’t what the packed, rabid sold-out crowd at Liberty Hall was cheering for. It was that voice.

My god. That voice.