photo: Jens Wernscheid
Sigur Rós – Hoppípolla
Jan: One rainy afternoon my friend Vincent had a strange dream in his tiny Parisian apartment. He dreamed about a trip to Island – of the wide landscape, the gushing springs and volcanos. He would hitch-hike and the Sigur Rós-bus would pick him up.
One year later he really booked a flight. From Reykjavik he hiked all by himself through the treeless heartland over mossy trails and glaciers. He planned strolling through nature, only with a backpack and a tent.
But on the second day he slipped on a wet stone and hurt his angle. He managed to go on for a bit, but it was no use – he had to go back to the city. Finally he reached one of the rare streets to stop a car, but he waited and waited for hours. At nightfall a jeep picked him up. The guy at the wheel invited him to a concert of his band the next day – the band was Sigur Rós.
Elbow – Open arms
Schmiddle: We kept an eye on Elbow ever since their first record. The sound of the band was very special and captivating to us from the beginning on. The songs are often strong and unusual. That rough voice is very emotional: you immediately recognize it. Concerning their live concerts, another aspect comes to mind: that English humor and unconvetional way. It somehow has all the charme of an English pub after a game of the local soccer-heros.
Elbow have changed their very own soccer-stadium-hymns into stylish music, it´s unbelievable. How can you do this without ending in „Football´s coming home“??
The chorus of the new single spreads the typical Elbow charm, maybe not as strong as the older songs, but it is great. After decades of being an fan of Elbow fan, I feel very much at home here…
David Bowie – Ashes To Ashes
Ibadet: When I heard and saw Ashes to Ashes from the Scary Monsters Album for the first time on MTV, I was a little girl sitting in front of the TV with my sisters and the neighbour´s
kids. The video kind of freaked us out, we thought it was crazy and we tried to unterstand
the bizarre scenery. David Bowie as Pierrot, women in priests clothes, the colours changing
constantly. Nothing made sense, and I found it kind of awful, but in its strangeness it was still
fascinating.
The funky bassline and synthie made us dance, and in the end the song caught us with ist childish singsong, so that we took some of our mothers makeup (a special white paste from the Kosovo made of quicksilver). In the end, we also had huge red lips and we sang the few lines we remembered on and on in false English.
The most beautiful line was and still is “Ashes to ashes, funk to funky. We know Major Tom’s a junkie”. Without knowing, we celebrated the end of David Bowie´s drug career like crazy.
Nu feat. JoKe – Who loves the sun
Michael: My grandmother once said: „If you cannot say something nice about it, don´t say anything.“
Super700 – Decent Snow
Sometimes live is like a snow storm. Even though it is already cold, there is also a wind blowing in your face. Decent Snow is like a tree trunk that it is still standing after everything else is frozen and after all branches have broken. In spring, there finally will be new buds.
