From the search of unusual sounds produced with knitting needles, screw drivers in the e-guitar, dismounted bows in piano strings, geometry tools, and the usual paraphernalia for an out of the ordinary drum-kit to three gifted guys weaving colourful sound-tissues to build them up to densest sound walls, that’s how I describe last nights concert. Not all moments caught my attention, as I found out once more, as much as I love experimental sounds, I need the dense rhythms and tones to carry me back into a musical present. Don’t get me wrong, I did enjoy the concert, even though it was far too early and far to short, but it was a concert when I needed one and it savec my Easter Sunday… and it absolutely made me live the moment, at least from time to time… and this was no minor feat after a moment of dearest loneliness in the wake of intense family discussions.
The walls of sound would have made me buy the CD, the finer screeches and more silence oriented parts made me not do it. No regrets, neither for the concert nor the not have this sound more often around. Rights is a great piece – and yet, too parallel to my life’s own moment of now, or in other word, it’s not because one is right, one is heard. Sorry, i guess I was not completely in the mood for your music. Yet a big thank you for having played last night.