lol @ Dhill1:
By Rob van Alstyne
By Zach McCormick
By Emily Eveland
By Jack Spencer
By Michael Madden
By Reed Fischer
By Emily Weiss
By Emily Weiss
Poliça's chanteuse frontwoman, Channy Leaneagh, has just emerged at the Depot in downtown Minneapolis. She and and one of her band's two drummers, Drew Christopherson, make their way to a table in the back, stopping briefly to chat with friends along the way. Leaneagh's short, tight-cropped hair is damp from the snow falling outside, and she seems tired—even indecisive—as she deliberates over what to order. At last, she decides on a Jack and Coke.
Only a few minutes prior, Leaneagh's waifish frame prowled the stage in the adjoining First Avenue Mainrooom. The performance capped the second night of the Current's annual birthday extravaganza, and a sold-out crowd was abuzz all night. Dressed in a black tank top and combat boots, she moved jerkily at first, but before long, she danced and shimmied about, channeling the bleary-eyed beats and death-march drums through her body. Even with all eyes fixed on her—words like "beautiful" and "gorgeous" rippled through the hushed crowd—Leaneagh seemed detached, entranced in her own world. It was as though the audience were peeking in on a private moment.
But such voyeurism does little to diminish Leaneagh's appeal. In fact, it's quite the opposite. Plus, just six months ago, this band hadn't played a single show.
"I feel so embarrassed when I get off stage," she admits, wrapping herself up tight inside a bright blue winter coat. "I'm not embarrassed about what I'm doing, but I'm embarrassed about people seeing me so vulnerable." She pauses, looking down at the table, before a grin slowly appears on her face. "Maybe I just have a really big ego. My dad always says people who are performers need to be approved by a crowd."
Long before Leaneagh devoted herself to music, she was well-accustomed to performing. A student at the Ramsey Fine Arts school in her youth, she danced ballet, played violin, and acted in school and community theater—all things that were crucial in her development. Today, she insists that a concert, for her, is like acting. "It's not that I'm trying to be a different person. It's just that I want to put on a good performance, and being my shy self would not be a good performance," she explains. "But the more I do, the more those two meld together."
Ironically, it would appear that Leaneagh—known to us, until recently, as Channy Casselle—isn't the only one to feel that way, for her work with Poliça has made it all the more tempting to entwine her music with her personal life. Barely a year ago, she and husband Alexei Moon Casselle were the core of folk-roots group Roma di Luna. Their last album together, 2010's Then the Morning Came, was a seemingly contented celebration of new parenthood. Now, in the wake of her marriage and her band breaking up, Leaneagh's music is haunted by the anguish of waking up to an empty bed for the first time in years.
"Making the record, a lot of the things I was saying I was maybe nervous about. But now I'm comfortable with the art I put out into the world," she says. It's not hard to imagine that lines like "In the hours before your death/I won't weep," or "I can't walk 'cause I'm too lonely... He won't love me like that," could carry some baggage with them, nor, conversely, that they might also be therapeutic. "Really," she shrugs, "I'm just a tiny person in the world."
"But you're a bold person," Christopherson interjects from across the table, flashing a proud, reassuring smile. Leaneagh laughs bashfully.
"And I just know, I write a little bit more dramatic than life really is," she continues, dipping a fry into a bowl of tomato soup, both of which were sent over by the band's manager from a neighboring table. "I'm pretty calm, and when I write, I try to make sense of things. I hope people get something out of it, but I definitely don't want people to listen and figure out what I'm going through."
One of Poliça's most distinctive aspects is Leaneagh's heavy use of Autotune on her vocals. It may also be the most divisive part of their music, considering that her soulful, smoky voice was one of the primary appeals of Roma di Luna. For her part, Leaneagh doesn't see an issue. "It's not a band where I want it to be about me and about my voice," she insists. "I want to be part of the team and blend in.... Autotune kind of helps bury my voice, bring it into the community of the band."
The results of the Autotune are admittedly a mixed bag—too much gives you a headache, but the disembodied effect it has on the vocals stirs the project's moodiness. It ultimately speaks to Leaneagh's eagerness to experiment and, by extension, reinvent herself. For Ryan Olson, who produced Poliça's new album, Give You the Ghost, those very attributes are what appeal to him most about working with Leaneagh.
lol @ Dhill1:
it's the same as that bon iver cover story from last year. nothing new to say. just trying to get a piece of something that's already popular.
I'm trying to figure out what was the point of this article. If it set out to be a Polica lovefest then yeah I guess I get it. Being that it's a front page story in the weekly I was expecting more. There isn't one single bit of new information in the entire article. If it's about Polica maybe next time you could ask about how the band is set up financially. Who gets what % of revenue? Who makes the decisions about how long the tours are? Just anything of substance would have been interesting. Likewise if it was suppose to be about Channy. What about her relationship with her ex? If she is going to write songs about it maybe you could go a little deeper into that, maybe even ask about her daughter and how is she doing being away from her for long periods of time. Just anything would have been better then this surface scratching lovefest.
Good band, boring-ass story. Does nothing to explain why this music deserves the attenton. (A singer is "okay with vulnerability!?!" Stop the presses!)
what kind of moron/voyeur cares to know about a bands financial shares? that's just plain dumb.
no true music fan would give two shits.
Yeah, I want the financial details, that's what it's all about. Oh yeah, and ask her why her marriage broke up, oh and if her daughter is fucked up. Dumbass.
for those of us who cannot even shower or leave the house. So does that mean to be a true music fan I have to be so depressed that I can't shower or leave the house. Well then yeah I guess I'm not a true music fan. I have been to 5 Polica shows though, so maybe you need to take a shower and leave the house and then you would be a little more interested in how the world works.
Where did I say anything about her daughter being fucked up? Oh and if you have listened to any of the songs maybe you'd realize that almost every one of them is about her marriage breaking up. So if your into reading another fluff piece about how great they are have at it. Whatever happen to the weekly that actually did some real reporting?
So is it garbage that Polica sells hoodies for $40 at their shows? Is it garbage that they charge $10 for a cd. Is it garbage that the 2nd show at the Turf Club was twice as much as the first? So where does the money go? Why not just give everything away for free if no one cares about it? The product is the music and the fans are the customers. As a customer I'm curious as to where the money I have spent is going. I'm hoping that the members of the band are getting most of it, but since one of the members of the band is a co owner of the label that put out the album then that makes me wonder what his share of it is. Since they sold out 1st Ave last night quite a bit of money was generated etc...So now if you can maybe think outside your small little box that you have your brain in you'd be just a little curious as to that side of the business that is making music.
what does that even mean?
seriously tho... nobody cares about the financial makeup/status of a band, what kinda garbage is that?