Kesha, Slayyyter & Scissor Sisters Electrify Shoreline with Glam, Grit, and Gender-Bending Chaos
July 3, 2025 – Shoreline Amphitheatre, Mountain View, CA
Words & photos by [Yasmeen Lee]
Kesha doesn’t just headline — she liberates. And on July 3rd at Shoreline Amphitheatre, she brought a lineup that did more than warm up a crowd; it ignited a movement. Flanked by hyperpop provocateur Slayyyter and glam-rock icons Scissor Sisters, Kesha delivered a night of glitter-drenched catharsis, fierce joy, and pure pop anarchy.
Slayyyter: Pop Brat Energy Meets 2000s Nostalgia
Slayyyter opened the show with glitchy synths, bratty hooks, and Y2K energy that made the stage feel like a neon rave. Dressed in chrome and attitude, she turned up the tempo with bangers like “Erotic Electronic” and “Mine,” tossing hair and middle fingers in equal measure. Her aesthetic — think cyber-pop Barbie meets club kid chaos — was a dream to shoot: sharp lights, bold poses, and no fear of the lens. She’s not just an opener. She’s a future headliner in her own right.
Scissor Sisters: Camp, Class, and Queer Rock Royalty
What followed was a masterclass in theatrical rebellion. The Scissor Sisters, who haven’t lost an ounce of their glitter or grind, transformed the amphitheatre into a disco cabaret. Jake Shears slinked and split across the stage like a glam rock preacher, while Ana Matronic balanced elegance and edge in every line. They had the crowd in full-blown dance mode with “Take Your Mama,” and their mash-up of “Let’s Have a Kiki” felt like a Pride parade packed into four minutes. Their energy was chaotic and contagious — exactly the kind of legacy act that still pushes boundaries.
Kesha: A Pop Priestess Leading a Glitter Revival
Then came Kesha, rising like a phoenix in rhinestones and rebellion. Opening with a thundering version of “Cannibal,” she roared through a set that was equal parts rage, reflection, and release. She gave fans what they came fo, from the euphoric blast of “Your Love Is My Drug” to the raw power of “Praying,” which she delivered in near silence save for the crowd’s whispered chorus.
Her stage visuals were stunning: blood-red backlighting, bursts of strobe, and massive LED crosses that glowed behind her like altars. One moment in particular, her draped in an American flag during “Raising Hell,” silhouetted by flames, looked like something out of a dystopian pop opera. As a photographer, that shot told the whole story: power, pain, and defiance wrapped in sparkle.
Final Take: Liberation Through Sound, Sweat, and Sequins
This wasn’t just a concert. It was a release. A communion of misfits, fans, and fierce femmes all screaming the same thing: we’re still here. For three hours, Shoreline became a sanctuary for pop expression in all its messy, glorious forms.
And for anyone behind the lens? It was a gift — every frame a reminder of why live music matters.
