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Rating: Saturday 31/07 at 8:30 PM, I gaze absorbed at the garden devastated by the guests at my son's second birthday party, he's in bed and I'm exhausted. I don't even think about tidying everything up now, I wonder if I can make it to the concert instead, I think I've earned it… tonight the Einstürzende Neubauten are playing just a hundred meters from home.
My husband has seen them once already, but I am more than happy to see them again. I call Fosca at the box office, she works for "Il Violino e la Selce" this year too, she chuckles a bit at her friend's latent "schizophrenia," and says she'll find me a spot at the front. At 9:30, I hop on the bike and head to the center.
It's not an everyday occurrence to see certain "characters" roaming around the city, there's the hardcore of Italian fans, I believe… I'm so excited that I also buy a t-shirt and a copy of "Tabula Rasa," recommended by Kosmogabri. At the entrance, Fosca awaits and assigns me a little spot at the front, between two vaguely sinister punks. The atmosphere at the Corte Malatestiana is wonderful, and the evening is warm. The stage is full of instruments and disturbing objects scattered here and there. Compressors, enormously long tubes tied together, chains. This is the second time I'm seeing this band in concert, but this time I'll enjoy them up close to study every movement and try to understand the origin of all the sounds and vibrations.
At 9:45, the five enter, elegantly dressed in dark clothes and barefoot. Class is not water! Blixa Bargeld immediately draws attention joking with the audience, he loves Italy and pasta, he says, the usual clichés, but hearing them from him with his special English and self-ironic expression provokes the audience's laughter. He's wearing a black suit with a vest, he's "gorgeous."
It begins right away, the creeping adagio of “Ich gehe jetzt,” the first track of "Perpetuum Mobile," is wonderful; Blixa's voice is seductive, accompanied by fantastic sounds, compressors, bells, and a thousand other "magic"... at some point, I abandon analyzing the origins of the sounds, it's useless to me, they are so perfect and studied that I prefer to focus only on the emotions. In fact, for a while now, I've been able to listen to concerts only with my eyes closed. Almost the entire show is centered on the latest album, the only record I really know, which makes it all the more engaging. There are three or four pieces that I already know will hit me right in the heart, and so it is, "Dead Friends" and "Grundstück" are very sweet. The pairing of “Perpetuum Mobile” and “Youme & Meyou” leaves you breathless.
“Perpetuum Mobile” is deliberately even longer and more elaborate than on the album, every sound at the right moment, the audience is in a frenzy, no one goes wild or gets up, in reality, even though the potential is there, no one can stay still in their seat. After the obsessive and pressing rhythm, the calm and romance of “Youme & Meyou” envelop and move with a rain of sounds. Perhaps it's this that strikes and excites the most, a continuous seesaw of very strong pieces full of rhythm and power and other very sweet ones. Blixa's interpretation is always impeccable, the magnetic voice and his unforgettable decadent air.
The concert went on for more than two hours, many pieces I didn't know, but I will soon fix that by trying to get the complete discography. In the end, at least two encores...
There aren't many artists who give so much of themselves, and staying until the end is a must. I slip away before the bizarre crowd exits, outside there's already been some scuffles to disrupt and liven up the calm flatness of my city a bit. I return home exhausted and happy from a wonderful day.
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