Model/Actriz
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Wed, 01 Oct, 2025 at 08:30 pm
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2501 Kettner Blvd San Diego CA 92101 | San Diego, CA
Like their name suggests, Model/Actriz seek to channel raw emotions into striking newforms. The band’s surface glamor is supported by nerves of steel, leveraging their focus
into moments of wild abandon. Since their songs roar to life off the back of blistering
guitar, relentless drums, and pummeling bass there’s an expectation that Model/Actriz
aim first and foremost to be shit-starters. But their instrumental muscle couches a
searching heart and the Brooklyn quartet have long made a mission to reconcile
undefinable feelings by charting a ferocious new path through sound, one that brings
jagged emotions back into full, sweaty alignment with the listeners’ bodies.
Their debut record Dogsbody was sexy, dark, and humid, full of eerie passages and
veiled menace. Songs like “Amaranth” and “Mosquito” were hot house scenes cast in
foreboding half-shadow, with frontman Cole Haden as the hero at the center of its
shifting, sultry gloom. The figure he cut was reassuring and ominous, both an
experienced guide who could light up the music’s dim corridors and a haunting
presence who was inextricably bound to them. The lyrics found him fumbling around in
its darkness to become the person he is today – scarred, but made stronger in pursuit of
its seduction.
Model/Actriz’s sophomore album Pirouette, which was co-produced and mixed by Seth
Manchester and mastered by Matt Colton, their collaborators on Dogsbody, swerves out
of the maze and directly into the spotlight. It is Dogsbody’s equally accomplished, but
much more self-possessed sister record – thumping and immediate rather than dark
and obscure. The light it casts off originates from within, and reflects a band that’s not
only grown into its strengths but conquered its demons. Haden no longer vamps from
the shadows but at the very front of the stage – and often in the very thick of the crowd
– commanding the music’s chaotic center with a poise that channels Grace Jones and
Lady Gaga.
After much critical acclaim and an exhausting tour to support the record, the band
sought to reinvigorate their visceral live shows that invite that audience into a shared
room of carnal ritual. Pirouette is both a natural progression and a calculated reset, a
move toward reasserting their command as artists by peeling away the smoke and
mirrors to become brighter, heavier, and more direct. The pop thread running
throughout the album allows the crowd to witness thumping club music in the spirit of
cabaret and manifest the catharsis that comes with hitting the dancefloor.
The word “Pirouette” literally dances on the tongue and few lyricists delectate in the
flavor of words as expertly as Haden does. “Like ‘matinee’ or ‘seraglio’” he pouts on
“Departures,” “all I want is to be beautiful.” The beauty Haden pines after on Pirouette is
the kind that’s forbidden until you give yourself permission to indulge, and even then, it’s
an enjoyment that’s tempered by a history of shame. On standout track “Cinderella,” the
singer’s strutting bravado suddenly gives way to crushing vulnerability – as he stares
into a love interest’s eyes, he recounts the childhood shame of backing out of having a
Cinderella-themed birthday party, a psychic scar that he’s still able to trace over years
later. Even though the memory still aches, the song’s driving force is a willingness to be
vulnerable, to extend his arms out for love even if it risks courting hurt.
These lapses, where style and cleverness can’t paper over roiling emotions, are what
gives the record its awkward grace. It’s elegant when a ballerina does a pirouette and
shameful when a faggot attempts the same, but Haden isn’t defensive or cowed
anymore; he grew into the diva he once worshipped growing up as a queer kid, singing
along to a pantheon of pop icons like Britney Spears and Mariah Carey. Throughout the
record, past and present chafe against one another until Haden claims them as part of a
larger tapestry: present day DeKalb station giving way to the Delaware of his childhood,
the sexually commanding adult only a memory away from the panicked preadolescent
confessing a crush. Throughout Pirouette, Haden isn’t merely strutting through the
music but commanding the whole narrative of his life.
The inventiveness of the band’s cohesive musicianship is evident on “Poppy,” with
Haden’s lyrics capturing the full scope of their ability to fluctuate between instrumental
squalls and barreling, dissonant dance music: “as flesh is made in marble/as marble
captures softness/as softness holds a violence/within a pure expression.” Aaron
Shapiro, Ruben Radlauer, and Jack Wetmore are a fearsome unit, rearranging the floor
and the ceiling of rock music, with punishment and uplift coming from the jagged but
interlocking complexity of each band member responding to one another. What should
be a fist-fight is instead a well-oiled machine: the knife edge of Wetmore’s guitar
shimmering and lacerating from one moment to the next, Radlauer establishing a firm
floor only to open a chasm beneath your feet, Shapiro driving his bass backwards and
forwards, taking the texture from burnished to bruising and back again.
One of the most oppressive divisions in music is how certain sounds are mapped onto
and parceled off from the listener’s body, a fracturing that on Pirouette the group set out
to reconcile and transcend. “Be embodied,” Haden whispers at the beginning of
“Departures,” as the trill of Wetmore’s guitar and the thump of Radlauer’s drums
activate your senses from both high and low ends. As the song builds to a blaze, it
triggers elbows and knees, shoulders and hips, as punk aggression surrenders to club-
pop. Like their music, Model/Actriz grapple with the thorniness of assuming one’s self to
arrive at stunning new ways to be free.
