Last Thursday I went to see Klingande at Union Transfer. There was no part of me that expected to experience what I did. First off, the openers lasted a full two hours before Klingande even came on stage, which is the way it should be, especially when the openers are decent. They were so decent, in fact, that numerous people claimed that Klingande was the one performing. Legit. People thought he was on stage an hour beforehand. My friends and I started to Google pictures, trying to match frame and height. Of course, we were astonished when a kid who didn’t even have facial hair approached center stage and played a set that blew our minds. His saxophone player, Arnold Pol, played along to every song and absolutely sHrEd. At one point, he even brought out a clarinet, as if we even needed more angelic, chiming, Euro-electronic goodness. It’s like standing at the top of the Swiss Alps, a wind chime sounding in the distance and a sharply chilled breeze wiping your hair in time to a jazzy melodic house record that is magically booming from the bright, vast sky surrounding you - that is what seeing Klingande is like.
Also, fun fact: “lingande is the present participle of the Swedish verb (att) klinga, which means '(to) chime' or '(to) sound'. The artist name thus means 'chiming' or 'sounding'.”