At The Independent in San Francisco on September 14th INJI on her Tour You Can Scream Along To the crowd filled with older and younger people alike dressed full out in neons.
The intimate venue held a bar at the back and a balcony section for VIPs, however, the standing room is where it is at with no bad views and benches by the wall to sit. Beware though if you get to the venue in a rush you may mistake the line for the arcade bar next door for The Independent’s.
The opener, DJ Planet Zuzy, came out half an hour after nine getting the carefree crowd to groove along with her.
A little after the start of her set the sound went from dead silence in the main speakers to ear piercing noise but the issues were quickly resolved.
On decks, she played house mixes and brought the crowd together going wild yelling “San Francisco where’s your disco” hyping us up before INJI would come on.
Teasing her hit song Gaslight, INJI burst on stage excitedly jumping around while singing “The One” in her shades and pj pants with her party girl persona in full effect.
Mentioning the electricity of the SF crowd, INJI said how she has been waiting to come back and party with us, after taking a shot with a fan near the stage before playing “All I Wanna Do.”
She then took a moment to introduce her show-stealing guitarist and drummer who while not doing tricks really did add rich sounds and depth to her songs.
For her second release “Madaline” she told a story about her best friend she wrote it about and shouted out everyone in the crowd who brought their own Madaline.
During the show, she interjected with backstories to songs or her genuine appreciation for the fans, shining the light back on us, dedicating pretty people to the crowd. INJI giving the crowd a cozy close sleepover-like experience. Not to mention the added chaos of her screaming her heart out – as you’d expect for many of her songs – making it even more accurate to the experience.
Like introducing “Hate Your Guts” with “Let’s call him Jonah this time,” continuing the rage-inducing plot about an ex in the middle of the song with light dousing the room in red while she sang into the mic leaning close to the floor.
For “Exes” she asked the crowd to give their worst stories about exes, happy the crowd did not hold back one story mentioned bottles filled with urine left on her doorstep.
Though I may never have thought an INJI concert would go until midnight, include a band, three outfit changes, bossa nova, and have a crowd of more than just girls in their 20s, I was pleasantly surprised by her stage presence, ability to connect with the crowd, and overall talent.
INJI puts on a show-stopping performance I’d recommend to anyone who wants a good party.
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