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*HangupsMusic.com – New York, NY – On the evening of September 16th, New York’s historic Forest Hills Stadium became a crucible for confession and communion as Hayley Williams graced its stage. The Grammy-winning artist, known for her formidable presence in Paramore, embarked on a profound solo journey that evening, drawing from her three deeply personal albums: Petals for Armor, Flowers for Vases / Descansos, and the recently released Ego Death at a Bachelorette Party*. What unfolded was far more than a concert; it was an intimate, almost confessional, dialogue between artist and audience, a masterclass in translating vulnerability into shared strength, all within a sprawling setlist that spanned just under two hours and 25 meticulously chosen songs.
From the outset, Williams established a tone of audacious honesty. Kicking off with "Pure Love," a track pulsating with glinting funk from her debut solo effort, Petals for Armor, she provocatively posed, "You think you know me? Wait ’til I open up to you." This wasn’t a challenge but an invitation, setting the stage for an evening where the artist peeled back layers of her identity, inviting the thousands gathered to witness her rawest self. The question of how one distills years of self-discovery and emotional processing into a single live performance hung in the air, a query Williams sought to answer with every note, every lyric, and every piercing gaze.
The initial moments of the performance were a visceral declaration. "Simmer," a dark, brooding anthem, saw Williams unleash a primal energy, her voice cutting through pulsating bass lines as the stage lights mirrored the song’s escalating intensity. As the track reached its cathartic climax, the words "The Hayley Williams Show" flashed across the white drapes enveloping the stage, a bold assertion of her singular vision. Visuals throughout the night were artfully deployed to amplify the thematic weight of her music. During "Creepin’," gargantuan eyes, some with exaggerated lashes, others multiplying into unsettling patterns, were projected onto the fabric, evoking a sense of pervasive surveillance and internal scrutiny. This underlying urgency, though not always overtly panicked or confrontational, permeated the entire show, driven by Williams’ apparent desire for the crowd to fully surrender to the unfolding emotional connection.
This leg of the tour, a significant step up from the more intimate "Hayley Williams at a Bachelorette Party Tour" earlier in the year, felt like a natural progression. Williams had previously spoken online in May about an "insatiable hunger" to create "future memories while they’re hot and ready" and to practice "hyper-presence." Her latest album, Ego Death at a Bachelorette Party, had only been out for a few months when that initial run began, its songs still fresh, finding their live articulation as both breakthroughs and nascent wounds. The Forest Hills performance showcased these tracks with a newfound confidence, yet their emotional rawness remained palpable.
While Ego Death offered the first opportunity for Williams to publicly exorcise certain emotional demons on a stage, the groundwork for such confrontation was laid much earlier. Petals for Armor had arrived just weeks into the global pandemic lockdowns, a period marked by enforced introspection. There was a poignant irony in its themes of internal struggle mirroring the collective solitude of the time. Now, six years later, these songs, though matured, still possessed a vibrant vulnerability, bleeding a fresh significance as they found their rightful place in a live setting, no longer confined to solitary listening.
Williams masterfully curated the setlist, intentionally clustering songs from different albums to forge cohesive emotional narratives. Thunderous tracks like "Cinnamon" and "Dead Horse" were paired with the smoky devotion of "Pure Love" and "Crystal Clear." The studio version of "Crystal Clear" famously concludes with an ethereal silence after the line, "We don’t know how this could end, let’s hope it won’t have to." Live, this quiet was replaced by an overwhelming surge of bass and percussion, transforming the sentiment into something akin to a retrospective understanding – a reinterpretation from the vantage point of knowing what she couldn’t then. This newfound perspective, born from experience, informed much of Ego Death, evident in the subsequent sequence of "Glum," "Disappearing Man," "Dream Girl in Shibuya," and "Good Ol’ Days," each a testament to her ongoing process of deconstruction and reassembly.
The setlist offered a singular, poignant nod to Flowers for Vases / Descansos, her intimate 2020 pandemic album. "Just a Lover" bookended the pre-encore portion of the show, first performed by Williams alone at her piano. "Love has turned me into many others, now I guess I’m just/Just a lover," she sang, her voice imbued with a stark vulnerability. This initial, solitary rendition was intentionally truncated, a symbolic opening before she welcomed her accomplished six-piece band – many of whom also toured with Paramore during their This Is Why cycle – to the stage. When "Just a Lover" reappeared over an hour later, the sonic landscape was dramatically richer, enhanced by the debut tour appearance of the True Believer Quartet, a four-piece string ensemble.
The True Believer Quartet’s inclusion was a pivotal moment. They had previously joined Williams for a chilling rendition of the Ego Death deep cut "True Believer" on The Tonight Show. At Forest Hills, they recreated that performance, albeit without the gospel choir, but augmented by a startling interpolation of Billie Holiday’s iconic "Strange Fruit." The immense venue fell into a reverent silence, punctuated only by an occasional, hushed "damn" from the astonished crowd. The song’s inherent context, a stark reflection on the enduring ghosts of American injustices, was already gripping. Still, Williams’ voice, cutting through the strings with staggering precision, elevated it to a new plane. For an artist who has meticulously honed her vocal instrument for years, witnessing her discover and wield new dimensions of its power was truly hair-raising.
Williams further amplified this segment by combining "True Believer" with an abridged cover of Nina Simone’s "Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood." This pairing was not arbitrary; Simone’s plea for one’s inherent goodness to shine through moments of anger or confusion resonated deeply with Williams’ own lyrical explorations. It underscored a core tenet of the show: that while anger and frustration were present, they were rooted in a profound hope that her attempts to communicate essential truths would not fall on deaf ears. This moment became one of the concert’s most significant, building upon the revelatory foundation of her own songwriting with music that had clearly shaped her, offering the audience a glimpse into the artistic lineage that informed her unique voice.
Williams’ engagement with broader societal issues extended beyond the stage. Just before the concert, her pre-show playlist served as a subtle yet powerful statement of solidarity. It opened with Macklemore’s "Can’t Hold Us" and concluded with "Thrift Shop," tracks the rapper had performed as an opening act for Ed Sheeran before his controversial removal from the tour for publicly supporting Palestinians. In between, the stadium was filled with music from Lukas Graham, Finneas, Aaron Rowe, and Boega – all supporting acts who had subsequently withdrawn from Sheeran’s tour in solidarity with Macklemore.
This intentional curation clarified Williams’ stance, particularly when considering her explicit calls during "Ice in My OJ" earlier in the set: "Fuck ICE" and "Free Palestine." While some might have interpreted these as immediate responses to recent headlines, Williams has incorporated these chants as staples since the Ego Death tour began. Similarly, her pre-"True Believer" declaration that "the greatest threat to American democracy is Christian nationalism" has been a consistent message. At a time when prominent figures in music argue that their shows are not "political forums" but rather "places of safety and sanctuary," the resounding cheers that met Williams’ pronouncements served as a transparent reminder: for many, these spaces can, in fact, be both. They are sanctuaries because they allow for the expression of deeply held convictions and collective outrage.
Williams’ dedication of "Ego Death at a Bachelorette Party" to Nashville further illuminated this dichotomy. Her profound love for her hometown is inextricably linked to the forces – from racist country musicians to unchecked tourism and displacement – that continually reshape its identity. This struggle is not unique to Nashville; a version of it exists just outside the gates of every venue she performs in. It is precisely this pervasive tension, this constant grappling with societal complexities, that makes these shows so vital for her audiences.
As the evening neared its close, Williams articulated the essence of the communal experience she had fostered. "Thank you for leaving your house and getting together with a bunch of strangers to scream, and sweat, and dance," she expressed, her voice resonating with genuine gratitude. "I hope we always fight for this sort of thing. It should be a lot more available and readily accessible to you. It should not be so hard to go to live concerts." Her parting words were a clear call to action: "I’ll see you next time. Until then, please take care of you. Take care of each other – and for fuck’s sake, let’s vote in November."
Throughout the show, Williams continually pressed against the perceived confines of knowing herself and being known. She sang about overcoming the instinct to suppress her femininity on "Hard," only to have her face adorned with gold glitter moments later during "My Friend," a playful embrace of self-expression. The crowd responded in kind, illuminating the open-air venue with flashlights on an overcast night, creating a constellation of shared understanding in a sky where natural stars are rarely visible. This was a connection forged in head-banging rhythms, unvarnished truths, and, ultimately, pure love. This was the Hayley Williams Show – a powerful testament to vulnerability, solidarity, and the enduring transformative power of live music.
