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2019-03-09

LAIBACH live at Kampnagel, Hamburg (06.03.2019)



Double déjà vu:

Only three nights after worshipping the drone out of Sunn O))) I found myself driving through almost the same guess-the-lane-marking piss weather to the Kampnagel cultural center in Hamburg again.

And only two nights plus one year after the stellar "Also Sprach Zarathustra" performance right there Laibach were again gracing the venue with their presence.

This time the vast K6 hall seemed just one degree too big, so it wasn't sold out or close to that like in previous years. Why was that? The weather? Doubtful. The date on a Wednesday? More likely.

Or is Hamburg, which has seen the Slovenes quite often in recent years, just suffering under Laibach fatigue? Or is it because not all fans are happy with the album "The Sound Of Music"? Or maybe they were sceptical, because singer Mina Špiler, who we all have come to love so much, is sitting this circle out due to maternity leave? Well, if any of the latter three were your reasoning to let them pass by, you've clearly made a mistake.


Even though the instrumentalists on drums, guitar and keys and knobs were the same as on the previous tour, the setlist was drastically different. With "Ti, Ki Izzivaš", which during the last decade has really grown into one of their greatest hits, there was in fact only one song being played in both two hour shows.

You can of course argue that Laibach already did a "Sound Of Music" tour back in 2016, and that the "Laibach revisited" material has been part of their shows for even longer. But not only have the songs of both subjects undergone a certain evolution to their current versions, but there have also been introduced several new tracks. So even if you've followed all the tours closely - this was once again a new beast.




The first act was predetermined by the recent album, which was performed in full.

Supreme basement grumbler Milan Fras, dressed in innocent white, was accompanied my guest singer Marina Mårtensson, whose fabulous curly hair was tamed in a fashion which along with her strict classic dress gave the impression of Cate Blanchett in "Elizabeth".

Her presence was charismatic and her vocal performance flawless, no matter if she channeled her inner Julie Andrews or interpreted parts which were sung by the incomparable Boris Benko on the album. Yes, unfortunately Benko is only appearing on a couple of selected concerts, so seeing him live with Laibach still remains on my bucket list.
Mårtensson didn't have to take over all his stuff. Instead some key parts came as playback with video. In this way also the children's choir was featured in the show.

The ride through the Rodgers & Hammerstein music was catchy and kitschy, bombastic here and quite creepy there. And sometimes just outright silly like in the most borderline song "The Yodeling Lonely Goatherd", which ends on the probably cleanest notes Milan has ever uttered on stage.

While the album is based on some kind of electro art pop, it ventures into many different alleys, especially with the new flavors and textures the guitar adds to the live versions. Want a metal riff here? A hint of post rock there? A bit of shredding? This guy has got you covered.
It's pretty amazing how alls this flows together so seamlessly. The theatrical heightening which lies at the core of everything Laibach is doing enables them to pull off almost everything without ever feeling out of place.

And they are trying hard to do so, especially with the encores. But before that it's time to close the first part with a beautiful rendition of the Korean folk traditional "Arirang" - and of course the whole Act II.



For the second part of the show Milan returned in black and took the center of the stage alone. Now Mina Špiler joined him for a couple of virtual appearances.

Starting with the double of "Mi Kujemo Bodočnost" ("We Are Forging The Future") and "Smrt Za Smrt" ("Death For Death") it was unmistakingly clear, that this was the sinister, heavy, industrial part of the show.

The modernized tone of the reworked / "revisited" classics still ranks among the mightiest and most monolithic Laibach has to offer. With the new originals of the title track and two other compositions from "Nova Akropola" half of this set premiered new stuff.

My happiest moment of the whole night was when there were only four persons (EberSaligerDachauerKeller) on stage and they played "Vier Personen". The version started relatively close to the old original, but at some point went into a more kraftwerkian, but then totally bonkers chaotic industrial jazz state. So fucking good!






One particular thing which made Laibach fans chuckle throughout the whole coverage of their trip to North Korea was the media's insistence of calling them a "western rock band".

But hey, they can be rock if they want. And seldom have they done so more than with the version of The Rolling Stones' "Sympathy For The Devil" which kicked off the encore and saw Marina Mårtensson return to the stage.

After that it got even more atypical with two tracks from the soundtrack of the upcoming "Iron Sky 2" movie. While the stomping blues rock of "The Coming Race" had been touched on with "See That My Grave Is Kept Clean" before, the very last song of the night was a complete novelty for Laibach.

"Surfing Through The Galaxy" is a silly country song including Mårtensson playing acoustic guitar, Milan wearing a cowboy hat and a video of 8-bit 80's Milan riding on a rocket collecting hearts.
And since the deep narrating voice is an established country cliché this nonsense actually works better than it should.

Just like "Take Me To Heaven" from the first "Iron Sky" movie this soundtrack composition enables Laibach to throw their listeners out of the comfort zone even more than they usually do. They are without a doubt having a shitload of fun with it.


And so did I. All in all this was Laibach killing it in every possible way once again. Musically, visually, conceptually... it just still is a complete package like no other.







2019-03-08

MINAMI DEUTSCH & DAMO SUZUKI - Live At Roadburn Festival


Here's a fuzzy little mint-green something to get me in the right mood for the next Roadburn Festival (and calm me down from the inevitable clashes on the freshly published running order). It's an EP of the joint performance featuring Japanese kraut rockers Minami Deutsch and former Can singer Damo Suzuki.




MINAMI DEUTSCH & DAMO SUZUKI - Live At Roadburn Festival (bottle clear 10" vinyl) (2019)


Coming on a 45rpm ten inch record clocking in under twenty-three minutes, this is of course not a documentation of the complete show which took place in the Green Room at last year's Roadburn.

It's a neat edit giving us approximately half of the live jam in three tracks on a nice little physical release on Fuzz Club. The pressing of five-hundred copies is already sold out however, so you psych freaks probably have to steal it or just be content with the digital version.




Musically there isn't really much to describe, because most shifts and turns in this improvisation are quite subtle, with the fast-paced robotnik (or as in the second part tribal) rhythm section as reluctant to take a break just as Suzuki is unwilling to a breath from his endless signature kraut scats.

While the tirelessness of the performance in itself is already intriguing, the creative dynamic guitars are really what's keeping my interest the most.

Minami Deutsch & Damo Suzuki
 live at Roadburn 2018

Even if you're new to this blend of psychedelic music or are in need of acquaintance to the rather odd vocals; the short format makes this rather digestible.

Roadburn live recordings seldom disappoint and this is no exception.

A great EP for friends of the genre in itself, but also once again a beautiful piece of sonic memorabilia for us lucky ones who attended this exclusive event.







2019-03-04

SUNN O))) + PUCE MARY live at Kampnagel, Hamburg (03.03.2019)

Sunn O)))


Now this was a fabulous Sunn O)))day night!

The drone metal monumentalists were back in Hamburg at the huge Kampnagel K6 hall, which is probably the most suitable location for them here.

I knew that there would be a solo performer as a support act, but hadn't looked him/her (didn't even know the gender) up. So the evening started with a pleasant surprise. 


Puce Mary


Puce Mary is an electronic noise / drone artist. Her set started with a piece based on majestic organ sounds, which made me think of an Anna von Hausswolff instrumental.
With the following tracks however the sound got noisier and nastier, with a much bleaker atmosphere over uncomfortable bass beats, which was closer to Pharmakon.

All in all it was a rich droning tapestry of sounds, great stuff which successfully set the pace for what was to come.


Sunn O)))


*wrrroooooo))))))))))mmmmmm*


After 2015 here and 2016 in Munich this was my third Sunn O))) live experience.

Naturally it was missing the novelty of the first time, when you realize with the very first neverending note just how fucking intense this is going to be. Luckily it also missed the brutal humidity of the Munich show.

The main difference on this tour however is that there is no singer in the line-up. So without the enormous stage presence of Attila Csihar this would surely be a different flavour of Sunn O))).

The compensation was more instruments. Besides Stephen O'Malley and Greg Anderson on their ultra-low guitars there were three more players on bass Moog, synthesizer / trombone and - first time for me - actual four-string bass. Except for the brass every single instrument of course amplified via multiple stacks, which built a wall over the complete width of the stage.

Let me just skip the part where I abuse several more or less fitting metaphors to describe how a Sunn O))) show feels. It's one of those you had to be there things anyway.

Just in short: This infernal, but actually very delicately and carefully performed two hour dronescape was a behemoth too large to comprehend. My favorite part was the turning point, when the volume was lowered just enough to make room the hopeful trombone. After this glimps of a Coltrane and Davis vibe the "Life Metal" - as Sunn O)))'s forthcoming album is called - returned with all the more meditative relentlessness.

A performance like this maximum volume slow motion spectacle doesn't necessarily demand an encore, so I was positively surprised that they gave one. And I was also happy that I had brought a second pair of earplugs.

There was a sixth robe on stage now, just sitting there, which was a bit ominous without actually leading to something. So let's be real: That was just Puce Mary enjoying one of the sweetest sound spots in the hall. Good for her.


Sunn O))) still is a singular manifestation of drone masterclass. Go see them if you can! There's nothing quite like them out there.








2019-03-02

SABA ALIZADEH - Scattered Memories

Horizonterweiterung ist immer gut. Believe it or not, aber ich hatte bisher tatsächlich noch kein Album in meiner Sammlung, auf dem die Kamantsche (oder auch iranische Stachelgeige, wie wir alle selbstverständlich schon immer wussten) im Mittelpunkt steht.

Karl Records sei Dank hat sich dies nun geändert. 




SABA ALIZADEH - Scattered Memories (LP) (2019)


Der Klang der Kamtsche an sich sollte jedem, der nicht taub durchs Leben geht, bekannt sein. Egal ob gestrichen oder gezupft; wenn man in traditoneller persischer Musik ein Instrument hört, welches stark an eine Violine erinnert, dann darf man mit gesundem Selbstbewusstsein "Bingo!" rufen. Die Stahlsaiten geben dem Intrument im Vergleich jedoch einen mal raueren, mal geisterhaft hohlen, metallischen Oberton.

Saba Alizadeh ist ein Virtuose auf dem Instrument und verbindet sein hoffnungsvolles bis ominös bedrohliches Spiel auf den zehn Tracks von "Scattered Memories" mit sphärischen Synthesizersounds und zahlreichen Samples, darunter ASMR-artige Stimmen ("Would You Remember Me"), Naturklänge ("Dream"), in erster Linie jedoch urbane Feldaufnahmen aus seiner Heimatstadt Teheran.

Das Resultat ist eine Sammlung experimenteller Klangskulpturen zwischen Tradition und Elektronik, Ambient und Drone, welche niemals prätentiös daher kommt, sondern einen einfach nur packt und mit dichter, einzigartiger Stimmung umhüllt.

Ein ganz hervorragendes Werk, um sich entspannt zurückgelehnt magisch einlullen zu lassen.

Der Ohlsen, der dieses Album unbedingt auf qualitativ hochwertiger Vinylpressung haben musste, kaufte u.a. auch: Jozef van Wissem, NYIÞ, The Thing With Five Eyes, Dylan Carlson, Insect Ark.






2019-02-21

MOTORPSYCHO - The Crucible

Yay! Motorpsycho!




MOTORPSYCHO - The Crucible (LP) (2019)


SætherRyanJärmyr sind zurück mit dem Nachfolger zum sensationellen Doppelalbum "The Tower". Zwar ist es diesmal nur eine LP, doch ansonsten sind schon auf den ersten Blick offensichtliche Parallelen zum Vorgänger nicht zu übersehen.

Das Cover ist nicht nur mit einer ähnlichen Farbpalette vom selben Künstler gemalt worden, sondern entfaltet seine ganze Pracht erneut zur vierfachen Plattengröße ausgeklappt:




Es überrascht demnach wenig, dass auch musikalisch dasselbe (riesige) musikalische Feld beackert wird. Man darf die drei Songs zwischen achteinhalb und einundzwanzig Minuten Länge also durchaus als Seite E und F von "The Tower" betrachten.

Oder man versteht es als konzentriertere Version von "The Tower", also quasi nur dessen Stücke "Bartok Of The Universe", "In Every Dream Home" und "Ship Of Fools", nur mit noch mehr Zutaten aus der Motorpsycho-Küche in jedem Track.

Der Opener ist ein energischer, textlich dringlicher Groover, der die proggige Seite der Band mit einer mächtigen Stonerrockwalze verbindet. Zum einen ist "Psychotzar" ein sehr typischer Motorpsycho-Song, zum anderen stellt er von Anfang an klar, dass die zentrale Gemeinsamkeit mit dem letzten Album daran besteht, dass alle Stücke bei aller Diversität stets eine unüberhörbare King Crimson-Note vor sich hertragen, was sicher nur wenigen Gruppen so überzeugend gelingt, ohne ihre eigene Identität zu opfern.

Der die komplette B-Seite füllende Titelsong ist wie eine Abenteuerfahrt durch beinahe alles, was die Band über die Jahrzehnte ausgezeichnet hat. Ein Longtrack ohne Längen.

Motorpsycho live 2018
Mein Favorit ist allerdings "Lux Aeterna", welches hier eine Funktion wie das Doppel aus "I Talk To The Wind" und "Epitaph" auf "In The Court Of The Crimson King" einnimmt. Teilweise zum Sterben schön, an anderer Stelle aber auch mit sick fetzender Soloaction. Alter, was für ein Lied!

Klar, was die Gesamtmonumentalität angeht, hat "The Tower" eine einschüchternde Messlatte vorgelegt, die "The Crucible" aufgrund der halben Länge auch nicht eindeutig nehmen kann.

Da das Niveau aber mindestens gehalten wird und die Produktion sogar noch einen Strich fetter geraten ist, bewegen wir uns beim qualitativen Vergleich im Bereich marginaler Unterschiede.

Ein Detail, welches mir an "The Crucible" nicht gefällt, ist wie relativ unvermittelt das Album aufhört. Das reicht allerdings nicht aus, um daran zu rütteln, dass Motorpsycho hier wieder einmal Bestform zu attestieren ist.

Storslått!








DER BLUTHARSCH AND THE INFINITE CHURCH OF THE LEADING HAND - Wish I Weren't Here

Stillhalten ist nicht so das Ding von Albin Julius und seinen Mitstreiter(inne)n. Deswegen gibt es ein Jahr nach der gemeinsamen EP mit White Hills auch schon wieder ein neues Album von Der Rhabarberbarbarabarbarenbartbarbier und Dasistjaallerhand auf die Lauscher.


DER BLUTHARSCH AND THE INFINITE CHURCH OF THE LEADING HAND - Wish I Weren't Here (2019)


Die jüngere Diskographie von Spongebob der unermüdlich optimistische Schwamm am Meeresgrund hat mit "Sucht und Ordnung" und "What Makes You Pray" eine Qualität in Arrangements und Produktion erreicht, die bei bloßer Reproduktion im Grunde schon garantiert, dass man als Freund düsterer Psychedelik hier mindestens gut unterhalten wird.

Stilistisch höre ich "Wish I Weren't Here" irgendwo zwischen diesen beiden Scheiben, dort wo sich der frei fließende Jam-Charakter des einen Werks mit den industriellen und düster wummernden Aspekten des anderen trifft.

Oder um es für jemanden zu beschreiben, der Der brünstige Biber vs. die Internationale Liga der Impfgegner noch nicht kennt: Dieses Album klingt fast so, als hätte jemand Grobschnitt für ein paar Monate in einen Bunker ohne Sonnenlicht gesperrt. The Kraut is strong in this one. Aber auch das Dröhnen. Geiler Basssound. Außerdem ist es ein ziemlich gigantischer Bunker mit bombastisch klerikaler Akustik.

Das Brathähnchen aus dem Goldenen Überraschungsei haben in den neun für die Verhältnisse des Genres wieder recht kompakten Tracks keine reinen Klangexperimente oder Füller versteckt. Von der zweieinhalbminütigen Reminiszenz an finstere Old-School-Pink Floyd "All One" bis zum Titelstück ist das hier ein trotz konsequenter Grundstimmung abwechslungsreicher Strauß vollwertiger - und noch dazu ziemlich fetter - Songs.

"Wish I Weren't Here" zeigt eine Band, die egal ob sie einen langsam brummpnotisiert oder im treibenden Robotikbeat zum Drogenkonsum animieren möchte, stets unverkennbar klingt.

Nicht der einzige, aber zweifellos ein zentraler Grund dafür ist selbstverständlich Marthynnas enigmatischer Gesang, der einen Teil seines Reizes wohl schon immer aus der Neigung zur tonalen Grenzwertigkeit gezogen hat. Da wo der Tanz am harmonischen Abgrund gelingt, haut sie super wirkungsvolle Performances raus. Bei eins, zwei Stücken ist sie allerdings schon kritisch über die Schwelle gestolpert, was z.B. bedeutet, dass "My Soul Rests Low" ein paar Durchläufe mehr als der Rest des Albums braucht, ehe man sich zumindest daran gewöhnt hat.

Mit diesen paar Gesangsaussetzern ist meine Mängelliste aber auch schon abgearbeitet.

Der Blutharsch And The Infinite Church Of The Leading Hand haben hier einfach ein exzellentes Psychedlic Dronekrautrock-Album abgeliefert.

Bzw. sie liefern es demnächst aus. Denn "Wish I Weren't Here" ist ab dem 1. März als CD, LP oder digital zu haben.