With their ferocious and enthralling live show, Mother Feather has ignited a wildfire of followers since hitting the New York club scene in 2010.
Epic songs warrant larger-than-life costumes and dance, and a garishly bedazzled Courtney and hype-woman sidekick Lizzie 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. 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.”