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La Dispute, Milk Teeth, Petrol Girls @ Electric Brixton

6/7/2019

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Going to music gigs with friends is one of life’s great joys. There can be a palpable sense of excitement beforehand and a shared joy by being surrounded by people all gathered in one place to experience the music artistry being dispensed from the stage. This happy place can unfortunately turn darker when females receive unwanted attention from blokes being horrible. Tonight’s gig has a running theme of not standing for any of that crap. Opening band Petrol Girls even finish their set with a song about this very thing, it’s called ‘touch me again and I’ll fucking kill you’ and yes, it really is as angry as it sounds, but then again, that kind of thing would make you very angry indeed. Musically they sound great and have boundless punky energy. Tonight has started very well indeed.

Next band to take to the stage is Milk Teeth who, like the previous band, I've never heard before, although I’m reliably informed by my friend that they have played the main stage at Reading Festival. It shows too as they confidently take to the stage and belt out grunge tinged pop punk songs of the highest order. The drummer has also taken it upon himself to beat the shit out of his drums and attacks them with gusto, we liked them a lot!

The crowd visibly swells for tonight’s head-liners La Dispute. Not many bands keep going as long as they have, even less bands still produce songs of such quality as the Michigan natives. Their newest album is a highly polished slab of post-hardcore resonating in emotional catharsis and has gained the band lots of new fans, as well as a slew of superb reviews. 

The band kick things off with the one two combination of Fulton Street 1 and 2 from new album Panorama and they both sound much better live than on record, which is saying something as they sound bloody great on record! Between songs, lead singer Jordan Drayer is a softly spoken, almost apologetic presence but when the music starts, a switch is flicked, and he transforms into a howling banshee filled with energy which looks like it must be released otherwise it will consume him. Indeed, he makes reference to this during one of his softly spoken almost inaudible soliloquies between songs. During another one, he makes an impassioned plea regarding female assault, it’s quite moving and gets a loud cheer. 

The tour was billed as a Panorama tour but the set is a continuous, powerful procession of captivating songs from the bands entire career and indeed the majority of songs played are from their back catalogue, much to the delight of the crowd. Mayor in Splitsville and I see everything towards the end sound majestic and are particularly triumphant. They also eschew the tradition of encores which I applaud as I’ve always seen them as superfluous and a bit unnecessary. The gig was a fantastic testament to the appeal of this band who looked like they were enjoying themselves just as much as we were. Still, no King Park though.
 

Simon

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Dunk Festival 2019: A Sacred Gathering

2/6/2019

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"It's over." He said it with a deep sigh in his voice and a sad grin on his face. I shrugged. He was right, the festival was over, even though the crowd yelled "bis". Some people were crying, others lovingly embraced each other. Those on the floor awoke from their state of trance and stumbled to the camping grounds. I looked at their faces. They look tired yet gratified, unwilling to return to the harshness of the real world. Slowly the large tent emptied. We followed the crowd for one last gaze over the magical festival ground before we dragged our tired bodies to the car.

We left shortly after the final notes of Alcest, took an unplanned detour through the village of Velzeke and headed towards Antwerp, with its noise, its polluted air and my comfortable warm bed. A thought appeared in my head about comparisons with ancient ritual festivals, where people would celebrate unity and strengthen their sense of community. My mind wandered off to hundreds of years in the future. Archaeologists had found remnants of an ancient festival in the Flemish Ardennes. Drinking vessels, cloths and foundations of a building. They described it as a ritual gathering. Come to think of it, that's pretty much what Dunk! festival has become over the past few years. 

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From the moment we stepped on the festival terrain we realized how meticulously this event is organised. The area looked like tiny villages surrounding the big tent. Camping grounds, camper cars, festi-tents and festi-huts were set up near the forest. The local Spar-supermarket doubled its annual revenue and people enjoyed the scenic walking route to the festival. The weather-gods were kind. Everything was set to make this a fantastic edition of Dunk!, again.
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After the usual formalities, we headed towards the main stage where Sistemas Inestables was about to kick of this festive edition of Dunk! They did that with complex instrumental post-everything, so it seemed. Electronics, potent percussion and lingering guitars delivered something that reminded me of some jazz concerts I have seen in the past. Neat opener, and one that already managed to fill up the massive tent quite nicely. Dunk! is one of those festivals where the opener gets plenty of attention. I saw a lot of Sistemas Inestables t-shirts afterwards so they must have made a decent impact.

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Sistemas Inestables
Speaking of treating opening acts right, Black Narcissus immediately took over the forest stage with their bass & drums compositions. This unique Belgian duo seemed to feel right at home on this festival and the audience embraced them quickly, even though some audience members thought the whole thing would sound better with guitars. Nonetheless, this was an interesting gig and a more than decent kick-off for the forest stage.
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Welcome To Holyland
Another traditional aspect of Dunk! festival: highlights come early. Third band on the line-up was Osorezan and they completely destroyed the main stage. Their sound was so intense, so full of life. The audience loved every single second of it and so did I. I was mostly charmed by the dreamy violin sounds but still, this gig had everything to become a classic Dunk! gig. For many audience members, this felt like a headliner and I can't really disagree with that.

Unfortunately, that wonderful concert also exposed the one handicap at Dunk! The overal quality of the gigs is so good that often the listener needs a little rest. The bellowing sludge-doom of Welcome To Holyland was bit too much for me after the massive impact of Osorezan. Nonetheless, I saw a satisfied audience, adoring all these muddy riffs and pounding drums. No doubt this was a grinding gig but for me, it was time for a beer and a few jokes with my festival buddies.
With Hæster, more Belgian violence occupied the eardrums of a rather packed main stage. For the fans of heavy hitters, this definitely was a highlight of this year's edition. Within seconds Hæster pummeled over the crowd with a rarely seen brutality. It also looked like the band felt right at home on this big stage, delivering their vicious post-hardcore sounds with sheer intensity. And once again, shortly after the gig, more and more Hæster shirts appeared.
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Hæster
Am Fost La Munte și Mi-a Plăcut transformed the forest stage into post-rock galore, which was quite welcome after the destruction by the previous bands. Their blend of soothing soundscapes and heavy riffs felt like one of those old school Dunk! gigs. Coincidentally, I can say something similar about Labirinto. I did not spend a lot of time at these gigs, not because I didn't like them but because I had other formalities to attend to. With a line-up like this, it's hard to find a moment to eat, poop and have a humorous conversation about bass players.
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Staghorn
The performance by Staghorn was something magical. Here in the forest, the band felt right at home, as if they were mystical creatures, jamming over elaborate narrations. This was the gig that brought up these thoughts about ancient sacred gatherings. With everything falling into place, this was definitely one of the most magical gigs at Dunk! 2019. I only hope that, when Staghorn returns in the near future, they don't move to the main stage. The forest was perfect for this musical entity.
On the other side, the main stage was the perfect place for Coastlands. This trio delivered another typical Dunk-gig, one with big sound, big lights and big crowds. Oddly, that sounds rather negative, but "typical Dunk-gig" simply means "amazing", or "mesmerizing" or "awe-inspiring", and that's exactly what this performance was.
Back to the forest, where the ethereal doom of Fvnerals suddenly felt like something completely different, yet very welcome. In a way, this gig felt like a dark post-punk concert, only slower and dreamier. I have to say, I really liked this performance, its atmosphere and its brooding sound, even though the vocalist sounded somewhat nervous. Then again, who wouldn't be nervous on this beautiful stage?
With This Patch Of Sky, the main stage once again transformed into a post-rock frenzy, one of the most baffling ones on this first day. You could see that everywhere. The tent was packed, the crowd was in a deep state of trance and the band was ecstatic. This one, too, felt like a headliner. I mean, some people have complained about the lack of real headliners at Dunk! 2019, but this day alone we had four or five of them.
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Fvnerals
And that most certainly includes Celestial Wolves who put down their most convincing live set ever. Yes, they played a home game and yes, the forest is one of the most impressive stages in the world, but still, Celestial Wolves made it their own. In fact, the atmosphere and intensity of their set reminded me a lot of Telepathy's passage a year earlier and that means something. These guys won the forest stage on Thursday, that's for sure, even though the sound engineer became somewhat too experimental with the snare drum.
​Now let's see if they can repeat that at Rock Herk in July.
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Ufomammut
With Ufomammut, this first day saw a somewhat surprising headliner. Surprising but certainly not undeserved. Those who were not too exhausted by all the previous gigs would be totally pulverized by the Italian trio and their relentless doom metal. In the past twenty years, these guys have made a reputation for themselves and at this edition of Dunk! Ufomammut came through to that. This was a blistering closer for a promising first day of Dunk! festival. 
After this gig, we headed to our festi-hut for a night of little sleep. For hours I had to listen to an American woman with an annoying voice and two Germans who attempted to seduce her. Funny, sure, but rather unwelcome. Luckily the men's attempts failed and they left at five in the morning, a few seconds before the local roosters started crowing. Hurray.

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Day two started with a walk to the local supermarket. We were definitely not the only ones who were in need of some vitamins. Several Dunk! attendees were walking back to the festival with strawberries, bananas and apples. It was a funny sight. Of course, some of them also carried crates of beer and hard liquor. The supermarket staff clearly had a busy day but I don't think they minded. They were just as nice and friendly as everyone here in Zottegem, it seemed.
Shortly after noon, the alarm clock went off in the form of a manic Mantis. These locals threw their hard hitting rock music over a willing audience. I didn't see the entire performance but I heard the music and the audience reactions, which tell me this was an exquisite wake-up call. 
If the forest wasn't awake yet, Wanheda certainly did the trick. A young band, which I  had previously described as somewhat nervous and hesitant, Wanheda have turned into a post rock force to be reckoned with. The band delivered a highly convincing performance here in the forest, and once again the rush to their merch stand proved exactly that. These Pietermannen(*) have evolved, that's for damn sure. I wouldn't be surprised to see them again in the next few editions of Dunk!, and a lot higher up on the bill as well.

(*) nickname for people from Leuven. 

At the main stage, Baulta would give us all a lesson in high quality old-school post rock. These Fins easily conquered the stage for their forty minutes of Dunk! excellence.
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Wanheda
I don't think that there is much else to be said about this concert. Once more, this was one of those typical Dunk! gigs, fantastic and immersive as hell. With a splendorous light show and spot-on sound quality, which make this event so spectacular. So yeah, amazing.
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Baulta
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Go March
I don't know what the audience was expecting went they strolled to the forest stage. Most of them sat down on the soft soil and I grinned. If there was one concert where sitting down was undesirable, it certainly was this one. The guitar player said "Stand up if you feel like dancing" and they started playing. Within seconds people got on their feet and started shaking their behinds to Go March's blend of kraut rock, dance music and... oh forget it. This simply was a smashing gig. In no time everyone was dancing, quite often ecstatically. This trio turned the forest into a discotheque. Another highlight? Most definitely so, sir.

At that time, somewhere during the excellent set of Pillars, I decided it was time for a little break. Several of my intestines wanted attention and the pressure on my wallet started increasing. So we took a little stroll around the non-musical parts of Dunk! festival. As always, the food was delicious. I think this is the perfect time to offer my sincere compliments to the staff of volunteers for that. This is a hard working crew, which has earned a lot of respect over the years. So, thank you for stuffing us with all these amazing flavors. You can actually taste the love in there...
I heard large parts of Statue's performance while stuffing chili con carne through my throat. For me, that was a moment of delight, showcasing the sheer enjoyment of this festival. Besides, I wanted to be ready to witness Wang Wen, one of my favorites from a previous edition. Just like then, this Chinese post rock act came up with a breathtaking performance with some of the nicest tracks from their current and previous albums. I know, we're piling up the highlights here. Yet, it has to be said, this was turning out to become one of the best Dunk!-days ever.
And sure thing, when Malämmar climbed on the forest stage, I felt such a déjà-vu. This Spanish trio returned to the forest stage like a stampede and just like two years ago, their crushing doom metal convinced every single person in attendance.
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Malämmar
After this soul-demolishing performance, we dragged our bodies to the main stage to witness the second ever concert by A Swarm Of The Sun. I expected a lot from this one since I am a huge fan of their emotionally loaded post-rock. This Swedish act delivered hugely. The vocalist was obviously nervous, but his unstable voice added tonnes of emotion to the overall atmosphere. They catapulted me to some of the most intense doom metal gigs I had witnessed in the past, including bands like Anathema and My Dying Bride. I think I have been crying during this performance. I met the artists afterwards and I was completely star-struck, can you imagine? Thank you, A Swarm Of The Sun, for this life-changing moment.
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A Swarm Of The Sun
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After the blissfully sorrowful performance by A Swarm Of The Sun, it was time to sit down in the forest and travel back into time. Jozef Van Wissem delivered the most minimal performance on this edition. Armed only with his trusted lute, Van Wissem enchanted the tired audience members. Perhaps some of them fell asleep but I can imagine them having beautiful dreams, inspired by this ancient instrument. This was a highly welcome moment of serenity.


What Kokomo did was both typical and untypical for Dunk! festival. The typical part was: this was sheer fun, a post rock party with an amazing set of songs and an overjoyed audience. The untypical part? Balloons and brutal vocals by an unexpected guest. Tom from Her Name Is Calla turned a brilliant show into a legendary one. I don't think he should do that again, but hey, it was fucking funny. 

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In the darkness of the forest, Wrekmeister Harmonies showcased some mystifying doom metal, be it without drums or anything. This duo needs little else than a guitar, a violin and their vocals to create stunning pieces of music. The audience welcomed the occult driven sounds and with good reason too. This was an excellent closer for a near-perfect forest-stage day. I was glad to see this stage grow into perfection. Heck, I love this one more than I love the main stage.
With the addition of Efrim Manuel Menuck to the line-up, Dunk! festival seemed to continue their headliner experiments like they had done with Swans and Earth. I know, and many other attendees as well, that Efrim is the guy from... and thus worthy of a headliner spot. Buuuut, gig-wise this was definitely not a highlight. Not for me. I saw almost a thousand people watching a drone/noise/ambient gig which compared to many concerts I've seen in tiny venues and living rooms. Sure, it was decent, but, for example, I was way more impressed by the performance of Kuro in Ashtoreth's living room a few years ago. Also because Kuro did not sing. So perhaps for many this was a great concert, but I think this would have been better on the forest stage and completely instrumental.

But hey, what a fantastic day this had been!!! We closed it by drinking some hard liquor and eating spicy barbecue balls. We talked and laughed and had a hell of a time. This, too, is Dunk! festival. Mates, buddies, dirty jokes. The hard liquor proved its worth too. I slept like a baby: three hours at best and having to pee four times in between. Hurray!!!

Saturday

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By now, it was time for the yearly walk through the beautiful environment of the Flemish Ardennes. It somewhat surprised me that we were not the only ones enjoying the sights. Yet, mostly, I was delighted to see a kingfisher and baby moorhens. I also saw this utterly useless revolving gate. It was the cutest thing. 

Anyway, back to the festival grounds where Le Temps Du Loup was about to kick off day three. They did that with... (drumrolls)... post rock. I'm sorry, that's becoming a running gag: describing bands at Dunk! as "post rock" as if that is a surprise. Nonetheless, another high quality gig which kept the audience in its grasp, no doubt about that. Le Temps Du Loup put down a solid set and the audience adored it, of course.
What Wanheda was to me a few months ago, Summit was now: a young post rock act, a bit nervous to climb on the stage and showcase their music. Still, they did rather well and, inspired by the respectful audience, the band slowly grew into the performance. This seems like another one of those gems slowly germinating through the Belgian soil. Let's see where that leads to in the future.
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Summit
With Singaporean act Paint The Sky Red, another traditional post rock band occupied the main stage and, like many of their predecessors, they did a fantastic job. In a way, this concert reminded me of those by Spoiwo and The End Of The Ocean at previous editions of this festival: emotional highlights, created by the sheer chemistry between band, audience and technical staff. So absolutely, another highlight on this already highlight-loaded happening.
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Jean DL
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Karen Willems
Dunk! doesn't only experiment with its headliners, they can also throw some in some odd acts during the rest of the day. Jean DL & Karen Willems put a blend of noise and musical insanity into the mix. While Jean DL was definitely the most introvert of the duo, Karen yelled and drummed. Well, drummed. That woman does a lot more with her instrument that most drummers can possibly imagine. I heard a Dutch woman say "Dat mens is krankzinnig." Perhaps, but she's also one heck of a musician. Together, they delivered a strange but interesting performance, which probably is all that counts.
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Jardin De La Croix
With Jardin De La Croix another Spanish band with a French name conquered the main stage. Quite honestly, I don't really remember this gig, which can only mean one thing. It was an excellent one, with great post rock and a nice atmosphere. You get a lot of those at Dunk!, apparently by now too many to be remembered properly. I'm sorry, Jardin De La Croix. I'll see you a next time, hopefully. Something similar goes for Shy, Low. I remember them being great, just not the details. I did run to their merch stand, so I guess I'll enjoy their music somewhat more intensely soon. 
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I do remember the entire Silent Whale Becomes A Dream concert and there is an excellent reason for that. This was breathtaking, enchanting and immersive. Possibly my personal favorite on this last day of Dunk! festival. Those soundscapes were so solid you could swim in them and the heavy elements completely drenched my soul. Perhaps "catharsis" is a decent word to describe this massively emotional music. For me, it was another trip towards the merchandise stand and again I was not the only one.
Back in the forest, Zhaoze received another opportunity to convince me of their talents. On a previous edition, they were not able to so I wondered what would happen now. Their performance felt somewhat experimental, with often screeching sounds, but then it hit me. This truly is stuff for Godspeed fans, and from that moment on I really enjoyed this band. Strange, isn't it, how your mind can suddenly make such a switch? So, mission accomplished, I would say.
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Silent Whale Becomes A Dream
What to say about the special reunion of Gifts From Enola? I know the crowd was ecstatic and I know the whole gig roared like crazy. So, naturally, this must have been a smasher for most people. I'm just not a huge fan of their post hardcore inspired sound, so for this review I will have to focus on the audience reaction. They most definitely were fans of that sound, and they were bloody loud. Conclusion: awesome gig, just not for me.
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Bossk
And maybe another mea culpa here. I  was completely wrong about Bossk. In fact, I was excited to see them, only to realize that this was another band than I thought it was. Apparently, I had always confused them with Boss Hog, an American punk-blues band. Stupid. Stupid.
​However, mere moments after that sudden epiphany, I found myself drenched in Bossk's overwhelming wall of sound. Three minutes in and their performance catapulted itself to my personal list of Dunk 2019 highlights. From now on, I'll never confuse them with another band again. I'm now a certified Bossk fan. Too bad the CDs were sold out, but I'll get my hands on one of those pretty soon, no doubt about that.
For the final typical or better, traditional, post rock performances we had to drag ourselves to the main stage where Tangled Thoughts Of Leaving gave the best of themselves. Much like their colleagues of Kokomo, this band has steadily been climbing the Dunk! ladder over the years and thus they performed their sound to perfection. They presented their new album, 'No Tether' and afterwards copies of that album changed hands rather quickly. Fantastic performance.
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For many people in attendance, the final performance of Her Name Was Calla was something extremely emotional. I cannot say that as I have never been a fan of their work but out of respect for their influence on the post rock scene, I refuse to speak badly about them. Ain't I the nicest fucking bloke around, right? So, judging by the reaction of the crowd, this must have been a grand highlight for many people here at Dunk! and that I can only applaud.
Perhaps this might come as a surprise but I had no idea what to expect when I shuffled towards the main stage to see Alcest perform. I knew the name and several people have described their style to me but I had never listened to their music. Why? I don't know. Busy busy busy, I guess.
But what happened there in that big tent completely blew me away. Now I know why so many people wanted them to headline this happening.
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Alcest
Everything on this gig perfectly fell into place. The best elements from post rock, black metal and doom created a haunting atmosphere that was so enjoyable to bask in. In no time, they moved into my highlight list and now I want to see them again. I still can't say which tracks they played but I'm damn sure I will dig into their oeuvre pretty damn soon. Alcest is a giant in this scene and rightfully so. Perhaps this was one of the greatest closing headliners on Dunk. Or in other words: "wow".
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Alcest

Conclusion

In the months before this edition of the mighty Dunk! festival, there were doubts about the overall quality. It's not easy to find suitable headliners for something like this. There simply is not a big pool to dig from, merely because of the costs. Yet, like every year, this Zottegem family made pure magic possible. Here and there I heard and read the words "best edition ever" and I think I have to agree with them. There is nothing to criticize. Perhaps details, like toning down on the stroboscopic light effects, or have at least one silent camping but nothing else. No, fuck that, this was as perfect as a festival can possibly get.

So, I say thank you for the music, the food and laughter. Thanks for all the post rock splendor. I can't live without it, so I will see you next year. We will be here. For more delight, a laugh and a tear, so I say thank you for the music, for being Dunk festival...


​Serge
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Wim's Photo Blog: Aeonion Sorrow, Marche Funèbre, Oceans of Slumber & Swallow the Sun, De Casino

11/5/2019

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For this edition of his Photo blog, Wim went to Sint Niklaas where doomed out riffs and sorrowful vocals delivered a pitch black evening of doom metal. Check out his pictures and follow Wim on Flickr.

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