i saw winterkalte at the das bunker last night. first off, i've been dreaming about seeing any hands groups in general, but winterkalte is a real treat. they're a for real power noise group. they're no fine lines with them, it's pure rhythmic noise, tribal like trance-i-ness, meshed with jabbering synth pulses that invade your soul. here's a good description i found on the net from there cd review: "a tsunami of sound that sucks up the lamentation of the owls, the fading signal of old rusted satellites and the fiery hiss of shortwave interference and throws all three into a high speed blender." <--- that's them in a nut shell. going to the das bunker is always a trip because it really puts into perspective the amount of industrial/goths in this area. i'm always the under dressed one, sitting in the corner observing. mainly because i need my cyber gear, other wise i feel uninspired to dance. it's like wearing plaid pants and a jean jacket to a rave and dancing without glow sticks. anyways, w.a.s.te oped up, they were okay. i wasn't blown away, but i enjoyed their gothy industrial danceable set.
ok; so..., back to winterkalte...a drummer and a synth guy, that's it, yet multi-layered dimensions of rhythmic noise hacking away at my ears. at one point i really thought they were pretend playing and had a cd playing in the background. they played flawlessly, like nothing, but all these sonic textures kept emerging. at one point, my friend turned to me and said, "do you think they're really playing?" as the set when on, i realized that they totally were. the drummer was just awesome, that it looked like he was barely moving the sticks, but he was fluently creating every rhythmic pattern. the synth dude has such a normal next door kinda guy look, that it kept tripping me out every time i'd see him throwing in these drone-y harsh synth pulses. it was wild. my body vibrated with every pulse. i felt re-tuned. i love when music does that. it alters you when your sober, it inspires you, and just opens up a door inside you. i felt so charged by the energy of frequencies. i love loud music. i love power noise. i love combining the two. hand down, one of my favorite shows of all time.
ok; so..., back to winterkalte...a drummer and a synth guy, that's it, yet multi-layered dimensions of rhythmic noise hacking away at my ears. at one point i really thought they were pretend playing and had a cd playing in the background. they played flawlessly, like nothing, but all these sonic textures kept emerging. at one point, my friend turned to me and said, "do you think they're really playing?" as the set when on, i realized that they totally were. the drummer was just awesome, that it looked like he was barely moving the sticks, but he was fluently creating every rhythmic pattern. the synth dude has such a normal next door kinda guy look, that it kept tripping me out every time i'd see him throwing in these drone-y harsh synth pulses. it was wild. my body vibrated with every pulse. i felt re-tuned. i love when music does that. it alters you when your sober, it inspires you, and just opens up a door inside you. i felt so charged by the energy of frequencies. i love loud music. i love power noise. i love combining the two. hand down, one of my favorite shows of all time.
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