David Roemer for Variety “Do we like the eyeliner or no?”
Sombr is strutting across the stage, dragging the microphone stand by its neck and headbanging to his own music with an ecstatic, toothy, dorky smile.
As strobe lights douse the audience, the singer’s voice is drowned out by the gasping screams from the pit of this Brooklyn club. His rangy six-and-a-half-foot frame is xeroxed on the screens of a hundred cellphones. He’s cloaked in a black suit over a sparkling tank top and — as if he needs a lift — cheetah-print heels. His eyes are smeared black. “Some people on TikTok didn’t like it,” he says sheepishly of the skeleton-esque makeup.
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