I spent the last 14 months without a stream-on-demand music service, which unsurprisingly affected how and what I listened to throughout this period. It created a sensation of being behind, records I read about that I did not get to listen in their entirety or that had to be pulled from other sources (a YouTube ad-blocker turns out to be the greatest of allies). My year was not truly defined by music released this year and now that’s about to fade it feels as if I spent most of my mornings listening to Hiroshi Yoshimura. Læs resten
Festival of Endless Gratitude 2017, Sydhavnsgade, September 29-October 1. Reportage by Javier Orozco – photos by Stefan Thorndahl, videos by Morten Sichlau Bruun.
The chant of ‘Gabestok! Gabestok!’ pervaded the air anticipating the Copenhagen-duo’s ground level performance. As soon as their sonic assault was unleashed, the choir became all fists and mosh pit. Those of us who stepped out of the rumble still felt the local duo’s menacing short set, underneath the building’s wooden structure and amongst the art installations these moments screamed punk as fuck. Minutes later British experimental-duo Gnod’s divisive and largely improvised performance was well worth a what-the-fuck. These performances separated merely by minutes could not have been more different from each other. And this was only halfway into the second night of the 10th edition of Festival of Endless Gratitude.
Over the course of the last years this annual festival has created a cross-disciplinary space that gathers art-installations, analogue projections, film, performances and chiefly music (with a vigorous focus on sonic expansion and diversity); simultaneously it has provided a platform for experimental and underground local bands, while offering rare performances by international cult acts (Faust, RP Boo, Arpanet). Along with its determined aesthetic selection the festival has kept a devoted DIY spirit which is tangible in different facets of its personality: the active audio engineers, the food and drinks, and the way the premises are appropriated. At the core FoEG feels as the love-child of music enthusiasts with an ear for the peripheral and the uncharted; at its best one feels like crashing a large party of music enthusiasts. Læs resten