Ich bin furchtbar blass, mein liebstes Wetter ist Regen und Temperaturen über 25° C lehne ich kategorisch ab. Klar, dass ich vom Surfen nicht den leisesten Hauch einer Ahnung habe, außer vielleicht, dass da meist ziemlich heiße Typen auf den Brettern stehen.
Das alles war aber kein Grund nicht zum wundervollen Straend Festival am 20.08.2016, welches zum zweiten mal in Folge stattfand, zu gehen. Auch wenn zunächst mit den Worten Surf, Musik, Film und Kunst von den Plakaten gelockt wurde, ging es hier doch um so viel mehr. Wobei Arena und Badeschiff mit Sand zwischen den Zehen, Liegestühlen und der Spree direkt vor der Tür zum entspannen einluden und die Veranstalter Loft Concerts, Novaque Events und Arena Berlin all das wie scheinbar nebenbei einfließen ließen, was ihnen verbunden mit der Thematik Surf am Herzen liegt. Dazu gehören an erster Stelle der Umgang mit Müll und unser Auftreten als Mensch in einer Welt, die wir als selbstverständliches Eigentum behandeln. Dieser Artikel soll jetzt aber kein Appell an dein Gewissen werden dich bewusster in deiner Umgebung zu bewegen, jedoch vielleicht den einen oder anderen Gedanken darauf zu verwenden. Und genau das hat auch das Straend Festival geschickt geschafft: sei es mit Mülltrennung auf dem Gelände, Essen auf Bambusblättern oder der Kunst von Angelo Schmitt, dessen Sammlung an Abfall von Stränden wieder einmal zeigt, wie gedankenlos wir unseren Müll entsorgen und dass wir in Plastik ertrinken ohne es überhaupt zu bemerken. Eingebettet in einer entspannten, kommerzfreien Atmosphäre mit Filmen von u.a. Surflegende Tom Curren und Musik von Sticky Fingers, Hein Cooper, The Graveltones etc. wurde dieser Tag zu einer absolut zwanglosen Entdeckungsreise. Maßlosen Konsum und die alleinige Ausrichtung auf Profit kennen wir schon von so vielen anderen Festivals, endlich mal was anderes, wo nicht die Einnahmen Kompass der Veranstaltung sind und eine Linie zwischen Unterhaltung und aktuellen Problemen gezogen werden kann.
Zum zehnten Jubiläum legte das MS Dockville sich ganz besonders ins Zeug: ein Line-Up, das in der Spitze wie in der Breite zu überzeugen wusste, ein wie immer atemberaubend schönes Gelände und die entspannte, ausgelassene Stimmung machten 2016 zu einem der besten Dockville-Jahre in letzter Zeit.
Die Acts: Von den zehn Ausgaben seit 2007 war ich bei ganzen sieben; zuletzt war es aber immer wieder das mangelhafte Line-Up bei stetig steigendem Ticketpreis, das mich von einem Besuch absehen ließ. Dieses Jahr war das Dockville ein Festival der positiven Überraschungen: Gab das Line-Up bei einem vorherigen Hördurchgang nicht viel her außer bereits bekannten Favoriten wie Foals, Bilderbuch (die ich aufgrund des Timetables nicht sehen konnte) oder Unknown Mortal Orchestra, erwiesen sich die großen Lücken in meinem Zeitplan letztlich als Segen: Acts wie Faber, Isolation Berlin oder Die Nerven gaben einen hervorragenden “Zeitvertreib” ab. Dadurch verzieh ich auch das Booking gruseliger Formatradio-Verbrechen wie Matt Corby, Frances oder der furchtbar unlustigen Klaas-Heufer-Umlauf-Band Gloria.
Die Besucher: Das Dockville-Publikum ist durchschittlich etwa 20 Jahre alt, trägt genderunabhängig Blumen im Haar und Glitzer im Gesicht, sowie in 80% der Fälle einen Turnbeutel mit witzigem Spruch der Wahl auf dem Rücken. Außerdem ist es äußerst ingenieurstechnisch begabt, wenn es darum geht, ein einzigartiges Erkennungs-Maskottchen zu erschaffen, das an einem hohen Stab über der Crowd geschwenkt wird, um die eigene Freundesgruppe zusammenzuführen (Highlight: ein seifenblasenspuckender Affenkopf mit LED-Augen). Als Wahlberlinerin fiel mir zudem auf, dass alle Hinweisschilder etc. am Gelände auf Deutsch gehalten sind: Das Dockville ist trotz weiterhin steigender Bekanntheit anscheinend immer noch ein lokales Ereignis.
Die Politik: Die Hamburger AFD legte jüngst Beschwerde bei der Kulturbehörde ein, wieso man ein Festival finanziell unterstütze, bei dem angeblich linksradikale Bands wie Slime oder Feine Sahne Fischfilet auftreten würden. Als Reaktion wurde ein riesiges “Fuck AFD”-Plakat am Gelände aufgehängt. Junge Teenager, die aussahen wie die Unschuld in Person, trugen “Niemand muss Bulle sein”-Beutel oder schwenkten Antifa-Flaggen bei den Auftritten von bekennenden linken Acts wie Sookee oder eben Feine Sahne. Auch weniger explizit politische Bands machten den Mund auf; etwa Faber in seinem Besorgte-Bürger-Song Wer nicht schwimmen kann, der taucht oder Isolation Berlin, die eine Textzeile zu “Er schnauzt mich von der Seite an, ob ich nicht stolz sei auf dieses Land” änderten. Ausschreitungen, Aggressionen und sonstiges Arschlochverhalten waren meiner Erfahrung nach vollkommen abwesend vom Festival.
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Die Hamburger Surf-Band Sick Hyenas gewann mit großem Abstand in der Kategorie “Bestes Bühnenoutif”.
Selbst bekennende Hiphop-Hasserinnen wie ich konnten dem feministischen Rap der Berlinerin Sookee etwas abgewinnen.
Die Boys klingen nicht nur exakt wie Deichkind, es handelt sich offenbar auch um Crewmitglieder der Hamburger Hiphop-Größe. Für die frühe Uhrzeit und den entsprechend niedrigen Pegel allerdings zu platt und albern.
Auf den Gig von Unknown Mortal Orchestra hatte ich zwar hingefiebert, doch die eher farblose Performance der US-Psych-Soul-Band konnte aus dem Gros der Acts nicht herausstechen. Trotzdem bleibt “Multi-Love” ein Klassiker.
Stilecht wurden bei der linken Punkband Feine Sahne Fischfilet Bengalos auf der Bühne und im Publikum abgebrannt. Wäre ich noch nicht in Aufbruchstimmung gewesen, hätten ihre Mitgröl-Songs bei mir wohl mehr “gezündet”.
Seichtes zum Auftakt: Die UK-Band Beaty Heart eröffnete den Samstag auf der Hauptbühne vor einer Handvoll Kids, die mit Luftballons und Seifenblasen zu relativ belanglosen Synthpop-Klängen tanzten.
Die Dänen von Shy Shy Shy machten vor allem Niedlichkeitspunkte. Ihr solider Indie-Pop blieb allerdings nicht im Gedächtnis.
Auch Klassik-Crossover hat auf dem Dockville seinen Platz: Pianist Lambert aus Berlin und seine maskierten Mitmusiker coverten Indie-Songs im neuen Gewand, nebst Eigenkompositionen.
Luftige Elektropopklänge gab es von Newcomer Oscar aus London und seiner Band.
Zum Auftritt von Meute ließ ich mich spontan mitschleifen. Technosongs als Blaskapelle – Urlaub fürs Gehirn, dafür war die Partystimmung ohnegleichen.
Drangsal bot neben dramatischem 80er-Wave-Pop und Geplänkel mit dem Publikum auch ein überzeugendes Metallica-Cover.
Samstags-Headliner Foals aus Oxford waren wie gewohnt der pure Bombast live mit ihrem komplexen Mathrock und den Crowdsurf-Stunts von Sänger Yannis Phillipakis.
Der Schweizer Jungspund Faber kann seinen Folkrock nicht nur auf Deutsch, sondern auch auf akzentfreiem Italienisch darbieten.
Die Nerven verließen sich vor allem auf lange Postrock-Instrumentals, die spärlichen deutschen Lyrics können sich aber ebenfalls hören lassen.
Das australische Garage-Psych-Septett King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard gewinnt nicht nur in der Kategorie “Herrlich bescheuerter Bandname”, sondern kriegt Bonuspunkte fürs Flötenspiel und das Besitzen zweier Drummer.
Meine Annahme, mit diesem Namen müsste die Band ja sicherlich scheiße sein, konnten Isolation Berlin und ihr druckvoller Indierock mühelos widerlegen. Mit einem Berliner Akzent hat man aber sowieso schon von vornherein gewonnen.
Auch live bewiesen Hinds aus Spanien, dass sie wirklich gar nichts können, außer sehr süß zu sein. Was heutzutage offenbar für Fame schon reicht. Dabei möchte ich Frauenbands immer so gerne mögen.
Passend zum lang ersehnten Sommereinbruch ist es endlich da: das noch länger ersehnte erste Album Post Exotic des anglofranzösischen Duos Bosco Rogers. Und – quelle surprise – es ist natürlich eins der Debütalben des Jahres.
Schon auf den beiden EPs Googoo (2014) und French Kiss (2015) schafften es die beiden Bandmitglieder Barthélémy ‘Barth’ Corbelet und Delphinius ‘Del’ Vargas (ja, die heißen wirklich so), zwischen verträumter 60er-Psychedelia, Garage-Geknarze und süchtigmachenden Popmelodien etwas gleichermaßen Altbekanntes und doch zu keiner Sekunde Langweiliges zu kreieren. Von den insgesamt acht bärenstarken Songs der beiden EPs hat man die schnoddrigen Googoound In Stereo, das melodieverliebte French Kiss, mit dem die Band mich damals augenblicklich überzeugte, den 700k-Spotify-Plays-Hit The Middle mit seinem markanten Gepfeife und den 1:40-Minuten-Reißer Buttercup mit aufs Album rübergenommen. Außerdem mit am Start ist die aktuelle Single True Romance, ein zukünftiger Nr. 1-Hit aus der Retorte, den man mit seinem tausendmal so oder so ähnlich gehörten Refrain (We wanna love / We wanna dance …) wohl entweder lieben oder hassen muss. Viel mehr sagt mir dagegen Drinking For Two mit seinen Beach-Boys-Reminiszenzen zu. Insgesamt bleibt die Qualität das Album über durchgehend hoch; Bosco Rogers variieren ihren Sound genug, um abwechslungsreich zu bleiben, ohne dabei ihren Wiedererkennungswert zu verlieren. Was ihnen außerdem geling, ist eine kohärente Stimmung zu schaffen, wie ein heißer Sommertag, den man halb dösend in einem verdunkelten Zimmer verbringt. Aber nicht ohne zwischendurch zum Feiern rauszugehen.
When people think of the country of Latvia and music together, Eurovision is probably one of the first thing that comes to their minds. But times are changing and right now indie-fourpiece Carnival Youth is one of the hottest exports from Riga. They are so hot that they have just recently won the EBBA (European Border Breakers Award) Public Choice Award. This led to them touring through Europe this May and stopping at the Knust in Hamburg on May 10th.
Before the show started we had the chance to sit down with the band (or well, ¾ of them since their bassist was sick and sleeping off his illness) and eat some self-made “Fischbrötchen” (a local dish consisting of a salmon in a bread roll). The (identical) twins Emīls and Edgars and their bandmate Roberts were down-to-earth and friendly boys who definitely impressed us with their German skills. Our conversation mostly revolved about typical German or Latvian things, tour life, professional golfing and music festivals. After good 45 minutes the band went on a quest to find a post box for their postcards and we got ready to catch the support act.
The opening act was Perry O’Parson (or as he is known under his real name Marcel Gein) and he serenaded the crowd with heartfelt acoustic folk music. It was pleasant to listen to him and his guitar but what made most of his performance where the stories he told between the songs. The singer-songwriter performed mostly songs in English but for the last two he switched to German lyrics.
When Carnival Youth took the stage thirty minutes later the crowd (probably 80% female…) edged closer to he stage. The set up was rather unusual as the band stood in a half circle so that every member, even the drummer, could be seen. This formation fits their music best as Roberts, Emīls and Edgars all share singing duties and all four members and their respective instruments come across as equal in their songs. Carnival Youth don’t have a frontman in the traditional sense – instead they have three, the drummer, the guitarist and the keyboarder. This opened up their musical style and made the concert even more interesting.
Due to his sickness bassist Aleksis had to play while sitting on a chair fort he whole gig. As his bandmates explained he was completely drugged with antibiotics. We have to give the band credit for not letting this affect their performance in any way.
The setlist consisted of songs from their two albums (released in 2015 and 2016) and sprinkled with “hits”. Already the first bunch of songs got the crowd dancing along. Among them were two of my favourite songs from the first album, Brown Eyes And All The Rest and Octopus. For the latter the disco ball was turned on and the sparkly reflections illuminated the venue, perfectly fitting the keyboard melody.
In between songs the band entertained the crowd with German phrases such as “Mein Lieblingsessen ist Kartoffeln mit Fleisch” and “Mögt ihr Tanzen?” or their general goofy behaviour on stage. They left the crowd with their single Never Have Enough, which was accompanied by a beautiful sing-along from the crowd before they returned to the stage to play Sometimes as an encore.
All in all it was a wonderful concert where everything fit together perfectly. Paired with the energy of a live concert and their friendliness, Carnival Youth’s already brilliant songs get even better. I would totally recommend going to their upcoming concerts or investing money in one of their records.
Vier Jahre lang war es ruhig um Zachary Cole Smith und DIIV, die Nachfolgeband von Beach Fossils. Ob er einfach nur mit Freundin Sky Ferreira ein Haus bauen wollte oder ob es an seinem Drogenentzug lag, wollen wir jetzt nicht weiter erörtern, schließlich ist das hier ja ein Musikblog. In Vorfreude auf die im März kommende Tour haben Edgar Storch und Belle Brummell ohne jeglichen Weinkonsum das neue Album “Is The Is Are” ausführlich diskutiert.
Edgar Storch: Wie soll man diese Musikrichtung am besten bezeichnen? “Dreamy Indie Rock” finde ich ganz gut, dreamy ist es auf jeden Fall, auch wenn du dir die Musikvideos anguckst: auf 8mm-Film geshooted, Mädchen mit langen Haaren in American Apparel Hotpants … dieses Feeling, das schwimmt auf so einer Emotionswelle, die nicht direkt traurig ist, aber auch nicht gut gelaunt, eher so ein bisschen desinteressiert.
Belle Brummell: Es hat mich ehrlich gesagt überrascht, dass DIIV in New York wohnen, weil ihre Musik eindeutig diesen Surf-Einfluss hat, dieses kalifornische, und dann auch noch der Name, “Dive”, wie auch schon Beach Fossils. Diese Welle ist einfach nach New York übergeschwappt, wortwörtlich. Als es damals losging, mit DIIV und anderen Bands wie Swim Deep, dieser ganze Lo-Fi-Surf-Wave-Kram, hat mich das nicht besonders interessiert, aber jetzt mit dem zweiten Album kam man ja nicht mehr daran vorbei.
Edgar: Ich habe das erste Album auch nicht so wirklich gehört, dabei mochte ich schon Beach Fossils gerne. Aber dieses 17 Song starke zweite Album hat mich total überzeugt. Es hat die ganze Zeit etwas monotones, es wiederholt sich und baut eine Stimmung auf, die um dich herum wabert, sodass du dich darin verlieren kannst wie in einer analogen Traumwelt.
Belle: Ich stelle mir das live sehr geil vor, weil die Lieder dieses repetitive Element haben und auch nicht sehr vocal-lastig sind, obwohl Vocals da sind, aber die Hook wird immer von der Gitarre gespielt. Dadurch funktioniert die Musik auch, ohne dass man konkret auf die Lyrics achtet.
Edgar: Das stimmt, die Stimme setzt sich gar nicht ab von den Instrumenten, sie wird selber zu einem Instrument und fügt sich da komplett mit ein. Es ist fast schon Instrumentalmusik.
Belle: Für mich hat Dopamine von Anfang an sehr rausgestochen, weil es als einziges Lied sehr prominente Vocals hat. Die anderen Stücke ähneln sich für mich sehr, sie sind eher instrumental, zumindest die Haupthook. Und Dopamine hat diesen sehr repetitiven Gesang. Eins von diesen fiesen Liedern, die nie zu einem Punkt kommen, sondern sich in einem ewigen Zirkel bewegen.
Edgar: Für mich funktioniert es als Gesamtkonzept, ich könnte keinen Titel herausheben, eher als wäre alles ein großer Song. Es erinnert mich an eine Art modernen Indie-Krautrock, da hat man auch 20-minütige Tracks. Da geht es nicht um einzelne Titel. Solche Musik verstehst du erst wirklich, wenn du sie fünf mal gehört hast. Und wenn du ihr irgendwo außerhalb von diesem bewussten Hören begegnest, ist es wie ein Deja vu, das du nicht richtig zuordnen kannst, aber irgendwie hat es etwas in dir ausgelöst. Dadurch kann ich gar nicht sofort sagen “Das ist jetzt DIIV”, wenn ich einen einzelnen Song herausgerissen aus dem Ganzen höre.
Außerdem hast du bei diesem Album die ganze Zeit eine Spannung, die durchgängig erhalten bleibt und dich zum Weiterhören zwingt. Ich habe das Album morgens auf dem Weg zur Schule gehört und mich von meiner Umwelt total abgeschottet gefühlt. Ich wäre fast mit dem Ring einmal komplett rumgefahren. Es hat mich voll reingezogen.
DIIV kommen im März/April für vier Konzerte nach Deutschland:
A British band that have recently released a top 10 album with two hit singles, have played Glastonbury and Jools Holland and fill big venues in their motherland? Surely they would play a bigger venue than Hamburg’s small cult club Molotow! Well, not in the case of Manchester’s finest Everything Everything, who brought sweaty dance moves to the 300 people in the sold out venue with their futuristic electro-pop.
Their support, too, was quite the entertaining act. Inner Tongue from Vienna captured the crowd with their dreamy and spacey electronic vibes, steady drumbeat and the thin voice of their frontman. Every song took you to a different dimension. The five-piece were so ecstatic and lost in their own music on stage that you didn’t really know where to look because so much was happening at the same time.
Also worth mentioning: the band had so much equipment and instruments that the stage was completely full and the band members had troubles getting on and off stage and to their respective instruments.
Everything Everything had a much cleaner stage plot. The quartet brought an extra keyboard and effects player who, let’s be honest here, had the time of his life on stage and danced harder than anyone in the crowd. The rest of the band were also in a good mood, welcoming the small and intimate feeling at the club as a nice alternative to the big arenas they fill in the UK. Especially singer and guitarist Jonathen Higgs was more talkative than I had expected and even cracked a joke about the weather. All in all the band really seemed to be enjoying what they were doing and that’s the best thing an audience can get (apart from all their favourite songs getting played, of course).
Everything Everything played a set that didn’t leave you bored or your feet still for a second. Not only their hits like Regret, Kemosabe, Cough Cough or Spring Sun Winter Dread got the crowd going.
And not only the crowd but also the band themselves seemed to enjoy the concert in the small club. You would often catch them grinning at each other or making funny faces.
For the encore the band treated their fans with No Reptiles and the smash hit from their latest release, Distant Past. It was only shortly after that the four Manchester boys came out to hang with fans at the merch stand. It was nice to see that the band’s new rise to indie stardom hasn’t gotten to their heads.
Ezra Furman may have been around for a while, yet the Chicago songwriter has been one of my musical discoveries of the year. His third solo LP Perpetual Motion People (after three albums with Ezra Furman & The Harpoons), with its hit singles Restless Year and Lousy Connection, has become an unavoidable part of the indie radios everywhere, while his previous works flew a bit more under the radar. Maybe it’s because he’s lately been embracing pop music more fully, though not straying from his own brand of country-punk’n’roll completely and still valuing classic singer-songwriter skills; perhaps also because his appearance has become significantly more memorable: These days, the genderfluid musician usually performs in a dress, makeup and a pearl necklace.
I had not only fallen for his music, but also had gotten a hint of his great live shows via YouTube snippets. As a result I was looking forward to this gig like I haven’t often been doing lately. Also the support band was a treat: The Blood Arm, probably still best known for their ridiculously overplayed mid-00s hit Suspicious Character. Anyway, the LA-gone-Berlin group are relentlessly still around, and their glamorous indie-showtunes presented by exuberant frontman Nathaniel Fregoso somehow fit it remarkably with Ezra’s own extravanganza. Interestingly, the audience seemed to almost make a point of not particularly caring when they started playing their one big hit – it’s still too soon for 2000’s nostalgia, it seems. Or I just stood too far in the back to notice the diehard fans going down.
After the support had finished, I managed to sneak up close to the front. The Lido was well full, but the crowd was a paradigm of laid-back-ness. No one pushed around or moshed – not that I mind that in general, but it was super relaxing to just direct your full attention at the stage and not at the people around you. Also, it’s probably quite obvious that Ezra Furman won’t pull a reckless dudebro audience. The petite singer, who had been seen standing in the crowd enjoying the set of his friends in The Blood Arm, looked like some punked-up forest fairy with green/blue hair and bright red lipstick, stomping, jumping and crouching across stage or into the audience, screaming out his lyrics like mad during punk-ier uptempo songs like 2013’s I wanna destroy myself or Tell them all to go to hell, or going all soft and gentle for the ballads such as Hour of deepest need. Without a doubt he was one of the most charismatic performers I’ve seen, who was able to draw the crowd in so completely that not one moment of boredom ensued. Of course, this was also thanks to his amazing backing band The Boyfriends, above all the incredible saxophonist who actually made you wonder why a saxophone is not a prerequisite of any rock band, that’s how awesome he was. But also the piano and guitar did a great service to shape Ezra Furman’s signature style, which is somewhere between anti-folk, garage punk, country and piano-pop. It was obvious that everyone was having a great time, both performers and audience, and Ezra seemed truly touched at the turnout. I was at the brink of bothering him with my feelings about this gig – one of my highlights of the year, clearly – when he was at the merch afterwards, but after his impressively long set had ended and I had collected my coat, it was already 12 o’clock on a weeknight and I had to avoid the shuttle service and go home the long way round, so I ended up not making a fool of myself this time.
The Vaccines and Hamburg are not an easy combination. The band had to cancel their appearance at Hurricane Festival two years in a row before they debuted there in 2013. This year they also showed up at the festival and additionally played a headline tour in Germany to support their third album “English Grafitti”, which had come out earlier this year.
But before the quartet could take the stage at the swish Mojo Club on Reeperbahn, their support band Kid Wave tried to warm up the crowd. The four-piece from London needed a few songs before the crowd was feeling their music. After that there was nodding along and swinging from one feet to the other to their dreamy indie-pop with some rougher elements. What dinstinguishes this young female-fronted band from similar bands is the combination of the prominent bass guitar and the upbeat and precise drumming of their drummer, who seemed to enjoy herself the most of the band.
Even though the concert didn’t sell out it got quite cramped in the basement club when The Vaccines opened their set with their first single from the new album. The crowd happily danced and sang along to Handsome and weren’t given a second to breathe as the band raced through Wreckin’ Bar (Ra Ra Ra), Ghost Town and Dream Lover. All during the set, Justin Young gave proof of his frontman qualities as he put a lot of emotion and exaggeration in his facial expressions and body language.
The concert was basically everything you would expect from a really good concert. The band played all their many hits, such as Post Break-Up Sex, Teenage Icon, If you wanna, I always knew, as well as a good bunch of new ones from English Grafitti, communicated with the crowd, did a special acoustic version of No Hope and pleased the crowd with a three song encore finishing with Norgaard. Especially for this song some fans had prepared a banner saying “Are you ready, Freddie” which Justin Young threw over guitarist Freddie Cowan during the last song.
All in all it was an entirely satisfactory concert experience.
The first European Lollapalooza looked to be a success: The two-day festival on Berlin’s defunct Tempelhof Airport –former site of the Berlin Festival– sold out shortly before opening its gates on September 12th. And that despite raising its ticket price quite spontaneously to 139 Euros, making it more expensive than e.g. the Hurricane Festival, which lasts three days and offers camping. Of course, Berlin’s Lollapalooza differs in size from its Chicago counterpart: Four stages instead of seven, two days instead of three, a capacity of 50,000 instead of 160,000. Obviously the headliners Muse and Macklemore were not exactly Metallica and Paul McCartney (Lolla’s 2015 headliners) either, but still it was an overall good line-up (especially if you had only paid the early bird price like myself).
Apart from the music programme, Lollapalooza attempted to stand out from the German festival landscape by offering a special kids’ area, a ‘fun fair’ (with showmen, can knock down and a glitter make-up stand where you could queue for hours), a ‘Grüner Kiez’ (green neighbourhood) with charity and environmental stalls, and something they called ‘Fashionpalooza’, which turned out to be one (1) sponsor stand by a fashion online shop.
While the ‘Kidzapalooza’ was clearly embraced by the visiting families and the special kids’ tickets sold out as well, I still don’t really see why it has to be encouraged to drag your little child along to an event like this. It’s loud, people there get drunk and ruthless and throw things, and crowds are generally not a safe place for children. I think festivals should allow the audience to “go wild” without having to fear that they might trample on a child.
I suppose enough has been written about the disastrous water-pipe burst which led to insanely long toilet queues on Saturday, and about the insanely long food queues as well, so I won’t linger on and finally get to the musical performances.
After a quite strenuous procedure of trying to enter the festival site at the same time as thousands of other visitors, we caught some glimpses of Joywave and Parquet Courts, the former sadly having to replace the dropped-out San Cisco, who I’ve never seen and was really looking forward to. The first band we actually watched, though, were Manchester’s Everything Everything, who I’d lost track of a bit despite quite liking their 2010 debut album. It turned out their third and latest LP had spawned at least two venerable hits, Regret and Distant Past, and they were drawing a reasonably sized crowd as well. As ever, the quartet appeared in matching stage outfits – luckily these ones were a step up from the beige overalls I saw them perform in the last time. Like any good girl group’s outfits, these ones were not uniform but differed in details. The set was good fun and the perfect way to open our festival, the crowd was into it and even though I only recognized two of their early songs, I could also dance to the rest of them.
I saw James Bay while passing the main stage and was surprised he didn’t sound whiny and instead really ‘rock’, knowing him only from his detestable radio hit Hold Back The River and for being a shameless Jamie N Commons cosplayer. Also a 3 pm slot seemed kind of shitty for a successful bloke like him, but that was only one of many weird running order decisions.
Up next for me were MS MR, a New York electropop duo that I completely missed out on until I heard their melancholic 2012 song Hurricane on the radio quite recently and instantly liked it. Unfortunately I hadn’t listened to anything else by them, and didn’t know virtually all of their tracks were apparently lively, upbeat 70s/80s style synthpop. The members Lizzy Plapinger and Max Hershenow were both extremely outgoing and self-confident and danced around crazily in their 70s/80s glitter outfits. I didn’t even know they had a huge following as well. Unfortunately I had to leave right before they were about to play that one song that I knew, which would maybe have made me enjoy at least a little bit of their set.
Then we attempted to get food. Oh my. I thought there was enough time – like 45 minutes – until Hot Chip would start. In the end, I missed almost their entire set queuing. There were tons of food stalls really, but it just wasn’t enough for 50,000 people (who couldn’t just go to the non existent campsite and make some canned ravioli). Hot Chip also had a really shitty 5 pm slot, which made me feel a bit sorry for them, but I can’t really talk about their set because I spent the rest of it sitting on the floor eating. (It should be mentioned that even the headliners already started at 9:30 pm, as the curfew was 11 pm due to noise reasons, so I suppose there was little other choice than cramming even high profile acts into the afternoon.)
Finally, FFS, the supergroup consisting of Franz Ferdinand and Sparks, formed one of my personal festival highlights. I have to admit I didn’t know Sparks before at all, and I did not expect the two members to be 66 and 70 years old – which one would never have thought, with how agile both of them still were on stage. Singer Russell Mael looked like an aged emo kid, only really cheerful, in a funny looking poncho, while his brother Ron Mael sat stoically behind his keyboard just to suddenly get up at one point and perform crazy dance moves. Franz Ferdinand, on the other hand, don’t seem to have aged a bit, physically, since appearing on the scene 10 years ago, and with the self-titled FFS album they have once again proven themselves incapable of writing a bad song. Their stage performance was fun as ever, be it four of them playing a keyboard at once or inviting the crowd to tell the person next to them to “Piss off” when the track with the same title came on. They even performed a few songs from the respective bands, which were especially celebrated by the crowd.
I then tried to watch some of Chvrches‘ set but I only knew ca. two songs – one of which I also saw – and quickly lost interest, trying to find a toilet instead and almost freaking out at the size of the queues (but it was possible to sneak into the broken ones and use them, because security was apparently unable to block access to them).
Of course we couldn’t miss out on Deichkind, the Hamburg hiphop/electro collective known for their spectacular live shows. It was already the third time I saw them perform at a festival and they never disappoint, whether presenting perfect boygroup-style choreographies, dressing up as old ladies, wearing Daft Punk like LED helmets or giant brains (to illustrate song title Denken Sie groß – ‘think big’) or surfing the crowd inside a giant barrel waving a “Refugees Welcome” flag and wearing sweatshirts with the same slogan (which are also sold in their online shop to support refugee aid organisations). The themes in their music range from dumb party-and-booze songs to criticizing the status quo, the latter being done quite cleverly in recent hits Denken Sie groß and Like mich am Arsch, however trying to fashion an entire song out of advertising slogans and then declaring that ‘We only want your money’ is kind of like the musical equivalent of Banksy.
Finally our Satuday ended with The Libertines, who had to play the third-biggest stage for some reason – presumably because the Main Stages 1 and 2 were so close together that the sound would have interfered even more than it already did (halfway through the set Carl Barât asked if ‘those German hiphoppers’, meaning Deichkind, were still playing, as he had probably heard Macklemore & Ryan Lewis all the way from Main Stage 1). The Libs had had to cancel their previous two gigs due to health issues – they later released a statement that Pete Doherty had suffered an anxiety attack – and indeed the scandal-ridden singer seemed a little unfocused for someone who is allegedly clean, so he might have been on meds. Also his microphone was turned off for large parts of the gig, so often one would only hear the crowd chanting along. They mostly dismissed their new album Anthems For Doomed Youth, their first in 11 years, which had only come out the previous day, making this their first gig since the release. Their comeback single Gunga Din, however, was celebrated just as frenetically as classic hits such as Time For Heroes, Boys In The Band or Can’t Stand Me Now. Due to the set being obviously packed with bangers like these, their performance was one big party, with a very dedicated crowd singing along loudly despite the competition of the headliner playing at the same time (but then again I doubt their fanbase intersects much with that of Macklemore).
After all three final acts ended at exactly the same time, the entire festival attempted to leave the site to either get home or to somewhere where you could party. Of course, the underground stations got blocked and an atmosphere of hopelessness spread. Somehow we managed to get to the next crossing and escape in a bus, but it was clear the organisers had not put any thought at all into how to get everyone away from the festival site. For Sunday it looked like there would be shuttle buses to replace the U-Bahn, but I had still prepared routes of getting home with the help of regular buses, as it would take years to try and get on one of the train service replacement buses anyway.
On Sunday the toilet situation had been resolved, and we got food quite early on so I only needed to get a snack later for which I didn’t have to queue so long. Unfortunately the running order for Sunday left us with hours of nothing to do (apart from watching Stereophonics or something), and the lone fashion stall had run out of colours to design gym bags with, so we couldn’t even burn time on that.
Our day had begun with Wolf Alice, who I’d seen previously at the Libertines’ 2014 gig at Hyde Park long before their album was released. Knowing most of their songs now, it was definitely more fun. The stage presence of the young Londoners was still quite timid but their grungy sound and singer Ellie Rowsell’s witch-like screams definitely made it an interesting experience.
After a long period of doing nothing much, we headed over to Belle & Sebastian, a band that I had never seen, but that I appreciate in a kind of passive way because the amount of albums they’ve put out is too intimidating for me to really start listening through them. The Glasgow collective, which has been around for two decades, definitely turned into a highlight for me despite not really knowing any songs. But singer Stuart Murdoch’s stage presence was so endearing and their calming, cute indie pop simply matched the sunny afternoon perfectly. At some point Murdoch decided to get a female fan on stage to dance with him, and then continued to bring at least a dozen people up there who all seemed to be having the time of their life. He also talked quite a lot, among other things about how embarrassed he was that the UK didn’t take in any refugees.
Afterwards the Beatsteaks were on, a popular Berlin band who play punk-infused rock with English lyrics. I watched most of their set from the ‘Grüner Kiez’ area, which offered stacked pallets with grass on top and flowers growing in the bottom, allowing you to sit on them and still watch the Main Stage 2 sets on the screens. And sitting was definitely necessary whenever possible after standing/walking almost for the entirety of Saturday. The Beatsteaks are famed for being a great live band, but I’m kind of indifferent towards them so I didn’t feel like moshing in the crowd. I could however enjoy their set as I recognised most of their songs.
Due to lack of alternatives (the only other option really being Sam Smith, another of those abominable radio people taking away slots that could be filled with like actual good acts), we ended up watching Little Dragon next, a quite crazy Swedish indie-electro act, but I didn’t know anything by them and their flashy live show didn’t really convince me at all.
Again due to lack of alternatives, we then attended Seeed‘s set, another hugely famous Berlin act playing dancehall with mostly German lyrics. I have to admit that while I never cared about their music, they put on a really good live show. The three frontmen were accompanied by a large brass band, the sound was great and they threw in some clever cover versions/remixes – e.g. their own Berlin anthem Dickes B to the tune of Justin Timberlake’s Sexy Back – that really spiced the thing up.
I left Seeed’s set earlier so I would have enough time to queue for toilets before Muse came on, but somehow I didn’t have to queue at all and ended up sitting in front of the main stage for over 20 minutes. Well at least I could see a little bit of the stage like this and not just the screens… Muse is another tricky band for me. I mean, I could have watched Tame Impala, who for inexplicable reasons were playing at the same time despite target groups definitely intersecting, and many fans being mad about this, but I had seen them several years ago, other than Muse who I’d been waiting to see since 2005 or 2006, so I had to take that chance. In the ten years since, I had however gradually lost all interest in them as their musical quality seemed to steadily decline. But as they are famed to be such a great live band, of course I had to form my own opinion. At first, I have to admit I was a little underwhelmed; partly for sure because I didn’t know a lot of songs, but also because in my opinion there are many major bands who put on a just as good light show (but maybe a festival gig isn’t comparable to their own headline show). Well, that was before they let the toilet paper rain down on us (actually just long strips of white paper, along with a bunch of confetti, but it looked awesome). And let loose gigantic black balloons into the crowd. And this massive crowd singing Our Time Is Running Out and Starlight. I will still hold up that Muse are not a ‘better’ live band, show-wise, than say The Flaming Lips or Deichkind. But it was definitely fun to have seen them once, and I will surely meet Tame Impala a second time in my life. So in the end I stayed for Muse’s entire set, and then hurried to that bus stop where I managed to get on one that was less than half full, because apparently no one wants to go west anymore, and got home by a super long detour, but I was glad I had made it at all.
Despite some organisational mishaps, I still think the festival itself was neat (at least for the early bird price I paid), but not so great that I would blindly buy a ticket for next year. In parts the line up was too mainstream for me, but this can be said for the US Lollapalooza as well. Still a good alternative to the completely-gone-electro Berlin Festival.
Those two of us that were spending the weekend in Lüneburg were also busy working at this year’s campus festival, which has been steadily growing every year since 2004. Therefore we weren’t able to really see any of the acts playing. But the two days (Friday and Saturday) were still enough time to realise that it’s impeccably organised (even though literally all the work is done by students of Leuphana University in Lüneburg, so props to them). It’s not even really the music that counts at this event, even though you can barely escape the beats and riffs floating over the festival grounds. There’s graffiti artists, DIY-lemonade stands, a 360° performance stage for comedy, screenprinting workshops, information tents about social and political issues and every piece of food and drink is vegetarian. Sustainability is in every corner, and that’s what counts. Even the festival merch is organic, and beautifully illustrated as well. It’s a small festival, easily overlooked, and I’m having a lot of fun simply listening to bands like Bergfilm, Carnival Youth and Balthazar from the press lounge where I’m editing my pictures between my time shooting bands on the smaller stage – the Spielwiese (lit. “play meadow”. Yes. It is a meadow. But it’s small and nice and there are no barriers in front of the stage).
We’ll simply leave you with a little gallery from the first June weekend (at which we had temperature peaks of 31°C and no rain). I’ll do my best to be shooting at Lunatic next year as well.