There are currently no tickets available for the performance you have selected.
Please select another performance time if available or check back as additional tickets may be released at a later date.

Pastel Hell / Amanda Neill

Joe's Pub

January 18

Doors at 9PM
Amanda Neill at 9:30PM
Pastel Hell at 10:20PM

Non-prophet songwright of the internet porn era. String & woodwind arrangements coexist peacefully with electronic sounds, ultramodern references, & formidable lyricism. Fans of Father John Misty, Elliott Smith, Joanna Newsom, Brian Wilson, Ariel Pink, Leonard Cohen, Dirty Projectors, Sufjan Stevens, & Destroyer might be pleasantly surprised.

"...clearest inspirations are songwriters like Leonard Cohen, Arthur Russell, and Nick Drake. But it’s also unsurprising that (he) cites impressionistic poets and writers such as Walt Whitman, Kurt Vonnegut and Hunter S. Thompson as his other muses. Weird, wild and poetic, this self-described 'Internet porn era' songwriter is able to fuse together his influences to craft something intimate, engaging and unique." -Turntable Kitchen

The music of Amanda Neill stems from her Tennessee roots. She grew up in a musical family, singing in church all her life and singing harmony with her three sisters. More recently, Neill wrote and sang in the harmony-heavy trio, Ivy, Beck & Neill, performing at staple NYC venues such as Joe's Pub and Rockwood Music Hall. Additionally, she belted alongside Jamey "Brother" Hamm in the Brooklyn-based, roots-rock powerhouse, Barefoot and Bankside. Neill cares deeply about connecting with people, whether she's on the stage or at the small Brooklyn cafe that she and her husband own. Her music is fueled by those connections and driven by the need to vulnerably share the makeup of her soul through lyric, melody, and performance.

"A voice containing all the ragged edge and electricity of a Janis Joplin or Joe Cocker... Joni Mitchell after a lot of nights at the Tom Waits school of late night blues bars... And while those may seem like very broad strokes of comparison, the more you hear Neill sing the more you’ll hear that same world-weary, raspy husk that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up." - On The Back Edge Of The Beat

    Open Media