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Schokoladen Ackerstraße 169, 10115 map schokoladen-mitte.de May 31. Doors 7pm Start 8pm Tickets: https://vvk.link/35khwr4
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Atol Atol Atol (No Wave Post-Punk, Wrocław, Pl)
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NAPE NECK
Trio from Leeds (UK) playing post-punk that’s simultaneously tangled and taut, danceable and destructed, all while resisting any attempts to be easily situated as the latest addition to a specific geographic and genre-based continuum that stretches back to Gang of Four and Delta 5. Nape Neck’s knotted rhythms and the intersecting/overlapping vocal shouts from all three band members bring to mind Scissor Girls or Erase Errata, who also drew inspiration from the spiky tension of first wave UK post-punk and translated it through the more wild and free tendencies of DNA-descended downtown art-noise. Clipped morse code rhythms and sharply punctuated lyrical declarations join forces with delirious, snaking guitar and duelling vocals which push against steady bass throb and stark, calculated beats as Nape Neck walks the tightrope between chaos and calm.
Nape Neck is Claire Adams on bass guitar, Bobby Glew on guitar and Kathy Gray on drums. Through extensive touring of Europe in other bands (Beards/Guttersnipe) the members of Nape Neck also bring a deep love for DIY sounds and connection, which shows in their organisation (both compositionally and operationally). —
ATOL ATOL ATOL Island post-punk from the south of Poland. The tour includes: unlimited cellar snorkeling, coffee on Enewetak and Bikini atolls, free time in the central depression. The cruise crew includes: Łukasz Plata (Ukryte Zalety Systemu, Przepych), Artur Soszynski (Ukryte Zalety Systemu) and Hubert Kostkiewicz (Kurws), powered by vocalist Agata Horwat. The whole is tied together with a dub brace by master of the console Szymon Szwarc (Jesień, Rozwód). „Koniec sosu tysiąca wysp” (The End of the Thousand Island Sauce) is an angular, overstimulated, rhythmically organized yet freedom-hungry punkoid in the vein of no wave or Minutemen, with a face that resembles absolutely no one. |