Queen of Sleaze shows her glittery wild side
With Spankrock and LMFAO
When: Friday night
Where: Rogers Arena
Good thing Ke$ha’s glitter orgy fell on a Friday. If it were a weekday, no one would’ve made it to work the next morning.
As can be expected from the 24-year-old pop-rock star who rap-sings about brushing her “teef” with Jack Daniels, getting crunk and stripping on the dance floor, Ke$ha’s show at Rogers Arena on Friday night was a filthy hot mess. Inhibitions, both on stage and off, became optional, and all acceptable behaviour vanished like Keyser Soze.
Sure, it sounds like a blast. The whole Get $leazy Tour experience took you back to those early experimental undergrad days before you felt regret or guilt.
And for most of the young adult fans – decked out in ripped pantyhose and neon booty shorts – and whose ages fell into that particular party hungry category, Ke$ha was exactly what they wanted out of their Friday night.
But for those late 20-something-year-olds who have graduated to the kind of hangovers that make you feel like you chugged Draino, the carnal overindulgence instigated an automatic gag-reflex rather than the compulsion to take off your shirt and do belly shots.
That’s the thing about Ke$ha: You have to be a certain age and in a certain mood to listen to her discs, Animal and Cannibal. But in the end, when it came to really enjoying the sleazefest of the century, all fun was directly proportional to the number of drinks you had consumed.
If you were sober, lord have mercy. If you managed to trade a few bricks of gold for one of the arena’s pink cocktails, then you probably had the time of your life, no matter your age. Seriously. In a matter of minutes, a concert that was a two could turn into a ten with the help of a beverage.
Thanks to openers Spankrock and LMFAO, the arena smelled of vodka-drenched vomit, week-old mascara and sex musk by the time Ke$ha emerged for her set. She jumped on stage in a silver onesie looking like she’d just crawled out from beneath the cushions of a precariously stained frat house couch. No surprise there.
Ke$ha opened with Sleazy, and like clockwork, the fans were on their feet with their hands in the air.
The stage was a mishmash of metal bars, which was kind of cool.
And despite the raunch factor and unimpressive choreography (LMFAO schooled her in the dancing department) on Take It Off, it was a night that allowed you to let loose and explore your wild side.
Mid-show, however, Ke$ha killed everyone’s buzz by getting all sappy and serious with Animal. She sounded pretty good, a great showcase of her softer side, but it was an abrupt transition that left everyone scratching their heads and taking potty breaks.
The nice part was she stopped dropping f-bombs every three seconds. The bad part was no one took her seriously. At least not with her looking half dirty, and half like a disco ball.
In the end, Ke$ha was a concert that involved all impulse and no substance. But that’s cool.
Ke$ha seems to be the female version of Kid Rock: You feel there’s more to her than she’s letting on. She isn’t a fairy pop princess like Katy Perry or Britney, which is nice. And she’s got some glam rock in her that’s just itching to mature.
If she really does have her act together behind all the glitter and hair, then big things could come from the Queen of Sleaze.