"If you're feeling this you're my next victim," front-woman Ann Courtney intones with steely-eyed confidence, assuring the audience of motherfeathers ("MFers") of their submission to the cult. With their ferocious and enthralling live show, Mother Feather has ignited a wildfire of followers since hitting the New York club scene in 2010 and attracted the attention of heavy music legend and Metal Blade CEO Brian Slagel, who signed the self-proclaimed "pop cock rock" outfit to the label in 2015.
Epic songs warrant larger-than-life costumes and dance, and a garishly bedazzled Courtney and hype-woman sidekick Elizabeth Carena slither, thrust, and high-kick their way through a set that invokes Marc Bolan's cheeky swagger, Bowie's braggadocio, and the howl and shimmy of a "To Bring You My Love"-era PJ Harvey. NYC rock mainstay Gunnar Olsen occupies an authoritatively savage rhythm section propelled by Chris Foley's blistering one-man guitarmy. This is pop cock rock: anthemic riffs, now-or-never bravado, and tight dance beats bolstered by pop precision and purity of mission.
"'Mother Feather' is the muse," says Courtney. "It is the embodiment of your wildest inspiration. Every song is a challenge -- to myself and the audience. I want catharsis and I want it now."