Vivid Sainthood.

Cross your heart and prepare your eyeballs.

Who misses 1980s repetitiveness without the context of cocaine? We know we do. And if you’re real lucky, there might be some shiny backup dancers recalling the visual brilliance of DEVO. That’s right, St. Vincent is coming to Sydney Vivid with a one-night-only performance at Carriageworks, sure to contemplate the cracks between us.

This may be the only context in which it’s acceptable to do the robot, look at tightly spandexed ass and feel not in the least like a perverted relic.

David Byrne was willing.

Who are you to disagree?