Coco Morier at The Bootleg Theatre, April 18. The Fog Show

When Coco Morier made her way to the stage in a wedding veil it was a sign, like the calm before the storm that the night was going to be anything but ordinary. Coco Morier manages to redeem pop (a section of the music world that is dominated by preteens and menopausal women who want to be preteens) with her stylistic approach, the type of sultry, suggestive announcement made from the stage while wearing a leotard, a drum stick in one hand and the floor a skin to beat on.

There are times when a guitar, a synth track and some skin won’t save the farm, but Coco Morier has a quality of affirmation, like 'who cares about the neighbors, lets keep making music’ – where as other pop divas of today relish the dirty personas of yesteryear, relying solely on shock factor, Nicole Morier, the voice behind Coco, seems to slink through the beats, jingles and percussions, reminding more of euro-pop meets The Fifth Element.

It was a quiet crowd and an even quieter night at the Bootleg Theatre, maybe 30 people huddling under the warm neons and inhaling all the fog that preceeded Coco Morier’s arrival to the stage.

But when Coco Morier got into the set, songs like “My Satellite” or “Ambulance” bounced off the walls and really with the fog, it made no difference how many people were there. Here’s to Coco Morier, the woman behind it, and the hope that the next James Bond movie will sample something of hers.

words/photos by nathan solis