Live Review: Feist at the Fillmore, 06/27/07

Live Review: Feist at the Fillmore, 06/27/07

Feist keeps it fresh for a second night -- she'll fire you up, break your heart: Aidin Vaziri | Spending nearly three years on the road spreading the word about her show-stopping 2004 major label debut, "Let It Die," has turned Feist into an incredible performer -- one who probably feels more at home in front of a thousand swooning fans than she does kicking around in her undies on a Sunday morning. Miraculously, her voice remains a thing of slow-burning wonder, intact after months of wear and a brief spell in a teenage punk outfit. While a few of her chilled-over torch songs didn't always successfully cross the fine line between sleepy and dreamy, Feist made up for it with a Jack Black sense of raucous humor and the unique ability to turn an entire room of 30ish couples into her own personal makeshift glee club. Employing a swirl of jazz, folk and rock influences with some clever electronic tweaks, she burst to life with the more fitful material such as "My Moon My Man" and "I Feel It All." It was like watching a woman possessed -- her face contorting under a blunt-cut fringe, head nodding to every chord change and body flickering in one big fidget. In particularly emotional moments, her mouth would gape so wide it was easy to imagine all the objects that one could stuff inside: ping-pong balls, remote controls, houseplants, watermelons, basketballs.