Live in de Living 21

Live in De Living 21 was one of the less spectacular Livings I’ve seen so far, not that it was bad – it was just that nothing spectacular really happened.
Sindre Bjerga opened the evening with a solo-set in which not that much was happening at all – best part of his set was the invisible guitar, or better: the pre-recorded guitardrone that he played on a portable CD-player. Besides that “tourbacking”-CDr (“tourbacking 1: 26 minutes”, “tourbacking 2: 46 minutes”) he also had some small cymbals and toy-instruments at hand which he moved very slowly but didn’t seem to add much to the sound. He did have quite some troubles with feedback, which may have forced him to do a more minimal set than usual.
Groote on the other hand was quite good, and about the best act that I saw during this evening: very smart and relaxed junksynth and electronics.
Also worth mentioning is the Delferiere v Costes DVD that was playing in the adjoint room. At one moment the room got quite crowded because people thought that it was some kind of pornmovie. Those that read my review of the “We would be happy“-compilation might have concluded that I’m not a big fan of Costes’ work, but actually this guy has made some pretty good stuff (both in music and film), and of the two live performances I have seen of him there’s one that figures in my “best of”-list.
After the Costes DVD there was an eighties movies bout some punks that live in the basement of a building and do drugs and are lead by an Indian guy called “Chaco” and decide to get it over with with the locals living upstairs, they manage to butcher up quite a few of them – one woman gets a brush-stick shuffed up her – oh well – and the locals manage to butcher up a few of the punks in return – neither the punks nor the locals are among the smartest people I’ve ever seen in a movie, but the characters are quite entertaining and the filming is phenomenal, like in that one scene in which Chaco gets a vision – “My head is full of blood” – while he’s standing on some kind of rotating platform and another scene in which the microphone can clearly be seen in the top of the image. Of course there’s the grand final on the rooftop in the rain with the pregnant woman piercing Chaco with an antenna who then gets struck by the lightning. The soundtrack, and the way it’s used is truely amazing, the guy who edited this movie must have thought that a movie should contain a maximum of music.
The first one that manages to guess the title of the movie based on my description (and whose name doesn’t start with “oli”) gets a copy of “Angst at 3am” (as long as there are copies left) – please put the title in the “Comments” to this entry.
So I missed the set Terg did because of that.
+Dog+ was okay, a teremin, some effects and the bloke went quite deep during his set – physically I mean. He gave away some CD’s after his show, so expect a review of these in due time.
The collab-set of Sindre Bjerga and Iversen was quite okay as well, very calm, almost ambient, and: no laptop! Sindre on childrens’ guitar with the same cymbals and toys (unlike his solo-set one could now better hear what he was doing with those), Iversen on a -modern- Korg-synth. Unfortunately one has to be in the mood to sit through such a mind-expanding set, and I was more in the mood for the W.A.S.P-video that was playing at the moment: pure spinal tap. And I actually liked the music too. Cool costumes, great show. W.A.S.P, I mean, Bjerga and Iversen were just wearing casual clothes, nothing spectacular.