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CANDELILLA - riot grrrl indie
J&L DEFER - indie
07.12.2016
OETINGER VILLA, DARMSTADT
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CANDELILLA - riot grrrl indie
J&L DEFER - indie
07.12.2016
OETINGER VILLA, DARMSTADT
3 Readings with Anna Haifisch and James Turek
6.10. Orange Peel, FFM - Facebook event
7.10. Café Wakker, WI - Facebook event
8.10. 60,3 qm Café, DA - Facebook event
GRASPING STRAWS Psychedelic art rock with an injection of grunge and a hint of jazz. Mallory Feuer blends an otherwordly, raw, bluesy edge with the fearlessness of pre-meltdown Courtney Love, both vocally and guitarwise also recalled the lo-fi glory of early Cat Power. music: bandcamp
Cannonball Aus der Antifolk Hauptstadt wird Cannonball Statman rübergeschossen. Einer der vielen Vertreter dieses Subgenres, die schon in der Oetinger Villa gastierten; Eine Prise von Les Claypool Gitarren/Bass Skills in eine Schüssel Jeffrey Lewis geben und mit einem Schuss Mr. Bungle Weirdness versehen anschließend mit einem Löffel aus Andrew Jackson Jihad verrühren: Cannonball Statman. LECKER!
music: bandcamp
RADARE Your favorite Doom-Jazz-Band ist zurück mit neuer Platte auf Golden Antenna Records: "Im Argen" ist der Knaller!
Video:
“Burroughs“
ORBIT THE EARTH Space-Rock! Mit ihre neuen Band haben die Ex-Mitglieder von JUST WENT BLACK, EMPTY VISION und RITUAL ihre Verstärker in die Stratosphäre katapultiert und vereinen Ennio-Morricone-Atmosphäre mit BOTCH-Riffs.
Musik anhören.
Oetinger Villa, Darmstadt Einlass: 21:00 Uhr Beginn: 21:30 Uhr
professore simon
babel fishh & the ohlsons, 21.07.12 oetinger villa, darmstadt
written for winterismyname to use on her new project with oskar ohlson
the grittiest of labor-ready workers are content with cold lunch.
a mound of cracking palms and grimy film building in splitting skin.
elevated steel frame cranes in the sky
corrugated beams sway in off grey wind
one hole in the middle of a plywood plank
once was home to a shiny new nail
the unhinged gate of a fenced in foyer
the fogged in head at end of tiring task
no blood no thud no guts to sell off
chest on legs on feet worn down
depleted as needed with worthy repair
only rickety ruins of structures remain