Imagine getting paid to travel around writing about music. Imagine travelling anywhere to do anything. Shit, the world changes so fast. This was the second time I went to Groningen. The first - with Vaffan Coulo - was an unmitigated, terrifying speed-led and dangerous disaster. But that's another story.
Eurosonic/Noorderslag
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You have to hand it to the Dutch. Not content with some of
the most socially progressive attitudes in the Western World, or a multilingual
openness that makes borders irrelevant, they’re also damn good at showing how a
weekend celebration of new music should be approached. And in Northern Holland
that means opening up most of the 260 bars of this unique and beautiful
From the moment that the terrifying, be-robed, mediaeval
German metallers Corvux Covax – complete with full choir - still to silence a
packed, sweating crowd in the city’s natty-towered church with an intense
performance of their Cantus Burana, The Fly spins on a spittle-rash of
redemptive energy that underpins and reinforces the reasons why people start
bands in the first place. The
Swedes Dungen – splendid in the back room of a dusty bar – are on
it; Dutch Metal-Punx Green Lizard are bloody and noisy; C-Mon and Kypsky
produce sublime Netherlandic dub-hop; Jose Gonzales is swish. Everywhere we
rush, we find diamonds lurking in the darkness. Proof – if any were needed –
that the underground is rampant with ideas, and that the Dutch deliver it in a
package almost as tattily lovely as the magazine you’re reading at the moment.
Rev. Shoo
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