The first thing you notice about Wild Belle: Natalie Bergman’s outfit.
The second thing you notice about Wild Belle: Elliot Bergman’s facial hair.
Wild Belle’s performance at Spot Night on Oct. 24 was sexy, slinky and chill. N. Bergman’s Duffy-like voice mixed with E. Bergman’s baritone saxophone toots, creating a new kind of reggae that mixed rippling beats with straining, almost rough vocals.
They were so relaxed on stage, and their music was so calming, that it would have been very easy to listen to them while relaxing at home or reading a book.
However, this kind of mood was not present in the first half of the concert with opener Saint Rich.
That’s not to say the music was bad; Saint Rich played some really great tunes. Mainly drawing their set from album “Beyond the Drone,” the band had precise unity and wild vocals. “Young Vultures” was a Rooney-like song with playful singing and a beachy melody, while “Black and Brown” was more dirty-sounding, with carefully regulated feedback behind some of the guitar parts.
The music was fine; what felt off about the band was its anger.
At one point, singer Christian Peslak muttered something and flipped off the crowd before rushing into the next song. After that, it was difficult to focus on anything except the fact that Saint Rich seemed to be upset enough for Peslak to lose his cool.
It wasn’t about the music anymore; the crowd jittered not with comments about the music, but with variations of “why did he do that?”
Then, Wild Belle brought some cool to spare. Singer N. Bergman’s dark, sexy vocals reflected in her gold patterned pants and low-cut tank top underneath a crop-top blazer. She wore multiple rings, a glittering necklace and bracelets hidden under her sleeves. Even a small knife attached to her belt revealed itself through a few glints in the light.
“It’s too Late” brought the bearded E. Bergman out with his baritone saxophone, resulting with whoops and cheers for every throaty note. He is one of the few who can pull off a full scruffy beard and not look unkempt. As awkward as it is to say it, his saxophone playing was just as sexy as his sister’s singing.
Their eyes were the same color and shape, but you could tell the two musicians were siblings beyond physical features. The two could communicate with a glance, and shared a common musical talent that meshed well within Wild Belle.
“I’m in Love,” a song dedicated to lovers, brought Peslak onto the stage to dance with N. Bergman. This was the first time the whole night that he smiled and seemed to let go of his earlier frustrations. The two twirled around on stage, Peslak even belting out parts of the song into the microphone as N. Bergman held it up to him.
Wild Belle ended with “Keep You,” a reggae song that had N. Bergman’s indie voice bringing the genre barriers down.
Spot Nights had been getting into the habit of being crazy and exciting, but they don’t need to be off the wall to be good. Wild Belle wasn’t really that wild. They were like a cool sip of ice cold water after returning home from a sunny beach; they were just what the audience needed.