Written by Mia Vestergaard Andersen & Asbjørn Lyhne
Photos by Mia Vestergaard Andersen, Rasmus Sleimann Nielsen & Asbjørn Lyhne
When seeing a line-up like this, you often, when doing what we do, set your expectations and your hopes a bit too high. It’s hard not to, as we’re extremely pleased when witnessing events where bookers go the extra mile to book quality music – you know, that kind of music where you have to make an effort as a listener. It seemed, though, that all of our expectations were met – maybe even exceeded.
Another really solid point about this night was, that the audience present came for the music. People actually listened – meaning no talking ruining the concerts. It was all about the music. And with all the writing in various media about wanting Aarhus to shut the fuck up. Well, those medias should’ve been there last night.
Boujeloud (Outdoor Stage)
You rarely come across something as ’trippy’ as this one. A tight as f**k impro genre hybrid, that, somehow, also includes synth and a drum machine. It might’ve been a bit too spacey as the first concert of the day (for us), but I left with the idea of wanting to check out an entire venue-show with this act – no doubt!
It was a bit of a disappointment seeing that Matias Wolf wasn’t on the drums, but I gotta say, Oliver Laumann (IRAH) was a phenomenal replacement. And now the concert; definitely the most intimate Kentaur gig I’ve been to – but that’s not necessarily a bad thing, when in the company of Kentuar. Marc has a unique vocal and he managed to fill the entire more than half empty Atlas with his voice, charisma and charming attitude. They had a few technical problems on stage, and some of the new songs weren’t what I’d hoped, but still, Kentaur is just an absolute pleasure no matter where and when you see ‘em.
Røgsignal (Outdoor Stage)
There’s definitely quality in these guys, no doubt. As the presentation stated, their music rests in the simple and dreamy – and they’re really good at it. But every now and then, you could want these gifted musicians to just, you know, do something extra. That being said, Røgsignal definitely made sense right there on the grass between Atlas and VoxHall, with their awkward, funny presence and wavy, rhythmic sounds.
Not their best of concerts, but still an absolute pleasure. The host at VoxHall introduced them as a very hyped band, and that they deserved all of exactly that – last night at VoxHall, they lived up to the introduction by – once again – proving that these guys are something very special. There’s still work to be done, though, and it often feels like Steffen Lundtoft on the drums takes too much of the attention. I can live with that, as long as the rest of the bunch just keeps on being themselves on stage.
There’s just something unique about this band. I mean, they’re not really there, they’re not really present, but still, they’re on stage telling us stories in the most, well, present way. It’s the voice of our youth, in some weird way. I don’t know. It’s just a fucking wonder, that it’s one of our bands – we’re lucky to have them, and I’m glad they turned up and played at this event. UJAZZ and Iceage seemed a perfect match, and I could’ve wanted that these guys closed down the night. Instead, Goat was on the menu.
I can’t help but wonder, what they would’ve been like without the masks? I’m pretty sure their career would’ve been somewhere else, and they wouldn’t have been considered a headlining and closing act on a day like this. It’s basically just Hendrix meets the four different corners of the world – including a whole lot of reggae. It’s just too much, and at the same time, it simply works. I didn’t necessarily like the music, but I couldn’t stop dancing. So, I guess they won, and I’m pretty sure they win every single time. You just can’t help but let go and give yourself to the music and the performance. And yes, a good buzz is most certainly helpful there.