The wand, the wizardry, and the wonder, California-bred goddess, BANKS, created a song and dance on her stop with The Altar Tour at The Majestic Theatre in Detroit with words ahead of her time that linger far after the curtains have closed on the stage of your mind. Coming out cloaked in mystery as though the shock of thunder had struck the room, BANKS was in full bloom and the living holy mosaic dished out steady breath and a calm sea of hypnotic tracks that reveal the inner dimensions in which she has explored.
On stage, there is a slow, serene and mysterious feminine essence within BANKS that emits a sophisticated silent language of its own. It is evident that Jillian Banks is a sensitive, no-bullshit, luminous and life-tested soul, and excessive illumination within her professional life has not led her toward reliance on circadian artificiality as she requested for concertgoers to put away their phones and spend mindful time within the moment.
Artistically erratic, choppy, restless, spasmodic and disciplined, BANKS aura is an example of an individual who routinely confronts internal challenges and slowly observes the present-day maze of her internal landscape to share with all. Staring into the bare bones of her existence, BANKS created a hit-list to enamor concertgoers including “F**k With Myself”, “Waiting Game”, “Beggin For Thread”, “This Is What It Feels Like”, “Drowning” and more. Rather than grasp for the security of comfort zones, the dark fog over the songstress has led toward the warm embrace of facing her truth as a gateway to deeper presence, greater awareness and a lyrical display of self-transcendence.
BANKS has burned all of her masks and embraced the human chaos and the nebula of perplexed elements and bewildered fragments which she simply is. Acknowledging that the wellspring of her richest humanity is within lyrically putting on display her boundless imperfections, BANKS stands on stage internally naked and free, draped in nothing but the present version of herself. There is a circle of love beyond the locus of Jillian’s personal agony, and her crossroads serve to test her diehard fans mettle, open their heart and strengthen their own outpourings of soul.