Saturday, May 29, 2010

Where Is Taarak Mehta Shooting

IMPETUS FESTIVAL Live Report, Lausanne (2010)




Bonnard hard
If there is one context that makes me want to shit just thinking about it is that festivals. It makes us appreciate live intolerable conditions, through a spate of indigestible x xx see concerts. The more training, more toilets have no paper, the scales are balanced in 5 seconds, there is never enough returns, still too much compression, the festival staff wearing t-shirts for abominable we recognize that annually serves some purpose. The musicians are completely fucked up and play like Brel, the beers are cut with water, and sometimes ugly people, abomination, sleep in tents ... regressive populace yielding to the charms of discomfort in a damp cloth because it is really more true, you know ... The means festival, which is a con - it's also the only objective definition that can be given the festival - after sleeping three to four hours, is pleased to have to run the course up to the small stage in passing by the marquee, the pocket of the panty, the arena, the snake pit, the dome and top tent - nothing but the name is creative scenes to stack - while passing six beers steins and passing through the booth tartiflette is delighted to slip after 20 concerts, which, if he really is lucky, will remember only two, in bits, it is anyway too stoned to have coherent memories. Moreover, if he could with objectivity in mind the futility of what he had seen, he would drown in the first pool of vomit that happen within his reach, the reality is too ugly. So I festivals not crazy feet. It gives me the creeps. It is cold, I can not take my hair straightener with.
Except that sometimes there are exceptions. Sometimes. The Impetus
Festival has nothing to do with the usual festoches clad volunteers delayed, mud, cordial atmosphere and camping. The less is stupid, we should talk less, because it took place in four concert halls / Theatre / Films Lausanne, the programming was super interesting and selective (except for
My Own Private Alaska
, I'm not gone to see but I knew it would be to split your sides laughing in disgust), a forty groups have shared the poster, it was unnecessary and expensive in energy to struggle to see everything and I could go every night in my hair smooth my ass and that's the basis for an assessment of a concert in decent and even agree to see work in the aforementioned festival. Brief.
Thursday
The first concerts were held at Romandie. There was little there was any toilet paper which you can imagine.
Lost Sphere Project
had the good taste to cram the bar quite high density music ... Even the unfortunate had to interrupt their concert after 5 seconds, having killed the snare. After several minutes of silence / patience and laughter hyèneux emerging from the public, and after checking the sanitary condition of facilities, it was my left arch for a set kiki porn star, too fast and furious with the highlight was undoubtedly the song Ice Mike

which is not especially interesting album but that is insane live. It's great because the grind, such as special effects for film, speed offsets the awkwardness or indigence creative ... it's nice
Lost Sphere Project
not only because they play too fast but do not offset by a indigence they did not see. Well, yes, there have been more in drummer but also less sympathetic frontman. So one inside the other, one has hair like crazy.







Then Kittyface of Nachtmystium viendus attacked and we were immediately less hair. I already have a weakness for guys forty years wearing jean jackets with cut sleeves and black with nothing underneath (kind Satyr), but also when they are LSD-blackthronemetal galloping like a pony through the fields intergalactic embracing turn Cthulu, Gagarin and Offman, there is more than conquest, is the barbarian invasions on Pluto. I tell myself that if Fenriz had eaten more mushrooms and less beer, black Norwegian would face more purple and TV, or vice versa. What is more, feel Assassins epic riff you through the skull, it's like being raped by an electric arc is better than it looks. After there was Sludge with
Oktopus
(the tall man machines
Dälek ) but not envy. I had already seen and the vacuum to pass my house or my toothbrush to throw me know.






Friday
After night of rest needed for a proper assessment of a concert is in the hall of Bourg, former mèèèèrveilleux small cinema theater transformed into coffee, we went for a beer in a glass glass and incidentally throw a coup d ' eye Jarboe and his boys. Quite honestly the last album of wrinkly me drunk and I am unable to listen collaboration with Neurosis inintérêt me as his leading the drone. But that night, she repeated the Swans . We had heard that two musicians were the guys
Inswarm
including Fade Krainer, the guy with the haircut that is the ugliest and have never been, and that the drummer was the guy
Cobalt
Erik Wunder, it questioned us. It was well done.
No god, two hours and completely intensissimes boulversifiantes which I honestly do not remember everything, and it has nothing to do with the absence of lambda festival, see above. The term-common-place catharsistique shocking is an understatement. I'm not saying that it "in high priestess blablablamon ass ..." nan not. She had the good taste not to make funds diva one moment, sober granny blunderbuss, thank you. Guys who played with her, were all on their shoulders, they're the ones who did this concert, so much so that one could forget that the mummy on Jarboe was left

. An extraordinary moment of terrible hard and sly, unexpected, I cried.
I saw nothing else, no need.
Earthless , methaexperience. Dementia. Can not say more. Stevie Floyd
Dark Castle is my favorite human being, at least for tonight there. Usually I hate that a singer makes his voice go a mile to more serious effects ( Monarch! example. Message: Emily, I know you can do with less fireworks, then do no shit), but it is not because she is looking for credibility, it's just for thee fuck one more layer in volving because it is true music. In a troubling integrity, wild and raw. And cause Bathory with someone who understands you, it forges links and empty your wallet to merch ... shit. Concert still too short.
Towards the bar, I came across Michael
impure Wilhelmina
with a t-shirt
Type O Negative
... Peter Steel died yesterday. It quickly takes the time to whine to the vest thirty seconds and go again, as two big banks are starting to make the air vibrate miasmeux room.

Kylesa. If there's one thing I love in life is Kylesa. Let me tell you that I expected the concert and they could have done anything I would have still joined with all my soul, besides the piss-cold and other moderates have found it mediocre. .. poor creatures the dull life.
I had never seen that in the new hall of Romandie, you can not report to see it full to bursting with crust, punk dog without a dog, porn star, alternos different from the four corners of Europe ( yeah or at least in Switzerland) it puts you in the heart of the beer. Yes it smelled strong. At the same time this is how a room should feel hard. Not the vodka and red-Buxx Impeza AXX.
The concert lasted for the duration of a real concert, almost no pause between songs, just a huge engine that wad straight with wildness and joy, hopping and bellowed Laura Pleasants (false, but true! And without effects, so was super ...) as a kid led the team with the assurance of a young dog crazy. People looked happy. They were falling everywhere. In addition, Melissa sort of strumpet, the next time you stage-dives, think of putting a bra brothel or you will remain cloistered in your room. It seems that
Eyehategod was great. Las I disassemble a bar listening to the latest album Ventura, which is good.




Sunday



MOPA played at the Village. I was told I had missed a great moment of general embarrassment. Flute.

. vf CHRONICLES: Earthless - RHYTHMS FROM A COSMIC SKY (2007)

COBALT - GIN (2009)
LOST SPHERE PROJECT - PAID XXIV (2009)

LIVE REPORT:

Roadburn Festival - Tilburg (2010)
Posted by admin at 4:50 AM 0 comments
Subscribe to: Comments (Atom)