A MORE PERFECT PUSSY
Delayed gratification is often the sweetest. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to see a band than I was to see Mannequin Pussy on July 30, 2021, at the Jersey City, N.J., venue White Eagle Hall. By that point I hadn’t felt the intrinsic connection of live music in 20 months.
A MORE PERFECT PUSSY
Mannequin Pussy’s Marisa Dabice has always felt like she’s living on borrowed time. Her bold new album proves she’s making the most of it.
Michael Tedder
Delayed gratification is often the sweetest. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to see a band than I was to see Mannequin Pussy on July 30, 2021, at the Jersey City, N.J., venue White Eagle Hall.
By that point I hadn’t felt the intrinsic connection of live music in 20 months. I was ready for it, as was everyone else in the room, none more so than Mannequin Pussy frontwoman Marisa “Missy” Dabice.
She was sporting pink hair and a black-and-silver sparkly jacket and, as ever, was in no mood to quell her tongue. It took her only a few songs to look out into the audience and announce with solemn authority that “if you are not vaccinated, fucking leave.” The reply was rapturous, yet somehow the evening would soon get even more emotionally cleansing.