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Rating: A journey through Nordic and desolate windy lands, where the precursors of the impending storm grow stronger and stronger until you are finally overwhelmed by it. This is the sensation evoked by the soundscapes woven by the five Scottish lads, who have been fulfilling our need for melancholy and sweet sadness for years now. This feeling is even stronger in the live dimension of the band, in Italy for four dates of their European tour.
The young team knows how to strike the heart, they do it with every song, with every instrument, with every note.
“You Don’t Know Jesus,” “2 Rights Make 1 Wrong,” “Stop Coming To My House,” “Itaca” are, if possible, even more intense than their versions on record, bolstered by the almost exasperated use of ascending guitar distortions, creating a dense and compact layer of pure emotional noise.
“Mogwai Fear Satan,” on the other hand, hurts. It hurts when amidst the tribal and distant drumming, the sonic and violent attack of an electric wave crashes, submerging everything in a sea of decibels fallen from the sky.
But it would be pointless to analyze the show through individual episodes. It is more indicative instead to consider everything as one large composition, characterized by their musical paradigm. A paradigm dictated by a romantic attitude, on which to develop an imposing but resigned sound mantle, where laying down our tired souls becomes inevitable. Their expression is a sound representation of a state of mind. Repetitive? Perhaps, but terribly fascinating and absolutely necessary.
The show closes on the lacerating guitar riffs of “Ratts of the Capital,” a performance with a strong emotional impact. You return home exhausted but happy, with the impression of having received so much, but also of having left something behind. There, at the foot of the stage looking closely, you can find fragments of wounded hearts, swept away by a poignant hurricane named Mogwai.
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