Immergut Festival 2025 Day 3

I slept worse than the night before, but took it easy and relaxed until the performances began. First up was Roller Derby, who I’d seen a few years ago at Synästhesie. I decided to give them another shot, but basically had the same feeling as last time. I liked the hints of dream pop and Cocteau Twins guitar, but they were too light and breezy for me to really dig into. The official schedule listed a surprise for the next slot, which turned out to be Laura Lee & The Jettes. They had a pretty generic sound and I didn’t stick around for more than a few minutes.

I came back for Mary in the Junkyard, whose self-description as an “angry weepy chaos rok trio” was rather exaggerated. (Well, they are a trio.) I didn’t find them chaotic or angry at all. There were a few hints of drama but they were mostly chill. Perhaps too chill. A few too many songs lacked percussion and just featured guitar or bass and violin. I saw a lot of opportunity, and they were a good band to listen to while lazily lying on a blanket, but I guess I craved a bit of the advertised chaos.

They were followed by Drangsal, who I knew only as the main project of Max Gruber, whose side project Die Mausis is a collaboration with Stella Sommer of Die Heiterkeit. With seven synthesizers and six musicians on stage, of which four occupied space somewhere in the mid-range, they summoned a thick, heavy wall of sound. The individual instruments were rather indistinct while Gruber’s melodramatic voice was foregrounded. They initially played a dark sort of post-punk that was right on the line for me, and then they switched to a more standard pop-rock style and totally lost me. I left.

[Drangsal.]

After another break, I came back for Erobique. I wasn’t sure what to expect from a solo musician known best as a soundtrack producer, DJ, and remixer. He appeared behind an array of keyboards, accompanied only by a drummer. I was skeptical, but he won me over immediately. He had a casual, laid-back demeanor but played exceptionally well. He built up layers of beats and synths and maintained a fun, chill, groovy vibe the whole time. The live drummer really helped. The highlights were whenever he grabbed a melodica, came out from behind his rig, and played the instrument better than I’ve ever seen it done while dancing around the stage. This was a performer who was clearly optimized for the festival atmosphere. Some songs’ themes, like “Urlaub in Italien” (“Holiday in Italy”), were maybe just a bit cringe, but it didn’t bother me. I was wholly taken in.

[Erobique. Look, I was too busy grooving in the back where there was space to move freely to be bothered to take a better picture.]

After that came Isolation Berlin. They started with an unexpectedly heavy, dark, angry energy, which was a bit intense and almost too much for me. But after a few songs, they suddenly shifted into their more typical new wave indie rock sound, which I found much more charming and sweet. They played most of their classics, as well as some newer songs that were just as good, like “Verliebt in dieses Lied”. Their trademark seems to be somewhat depressing lyrics over good guitar music with a little synth, buoyed by the expressiveness and curious charm of their vocalist. “Alles grau” was great, but it was a little weird that someone crowdsurfed to it. Not much later, two people with signs asking the band to show solidarity with Palestine were escorted out after they shouted something I couldn’t discern between songs. That wasn’t a great look. Other than that and the few bits of unbridled anger, they were very much up my alley.

I was starting to lose energy, and I wasn’t expecting that I would be into Nilüfer Yanya, but she came with a full band, good grooves, and a little more edge than I had anticipated. I’d put her last record somewhere on the more accessible side of the pop spectrum, but her live set seemed like something else. I couldn’t keep up and headed back to the tent, although I continued to like what I could hear while I was brushing my teeth.

And that was that. The next morning I packed up and came back to Berlin. Not a bad experience for my first European outdoor festival! I had a great time, even if I still struggle to deal with people that don’t seem to know how to share space respectfully. I liked that the festival was on the relatively smaller size (I believe around 5000 people), that all the food was vegetarian and every vendor had vegan options, and that prices were reasonable. It shows that it’s organized by an e.V., a nonprofit association.

Scores:
Roller Derby: C+
Mary in the Junkyard: B-
Drangsal: C
Erobique: A-
Isolation Berlin: B+

Thanks to my fellow festival crew!

Immergut Festival 2025 Day 2

Somehow I managed to get some sleep after my first day at Immergut. It was still sprinkling here and there for a bit, but the day turned increasingly pleasant. In the meantime, I walked to the nearby grocery store and soaked in the atmosphere.

At the start of day’s formal activities, I listened to Charlotte Brandi of Me and My Drummer read from her new book, Fischtage, while I sat on a blanket and ate a wrap. The parts she read dealt with coming to terms with the frustrating, difficult, and bizarre aspects of her childhood, which gave me gender feelings but didn’t interest me much. But as a surprise ending, she played a haunting, mesmerizing rendition of a Björk song solo on keyboard. She was quickly followed by Beharie from Norway, who seemed friendly, but played rather tame singer-songwriter pop. I wasn’t inspired to stick around.

I took a break and came back for Sophia Kennedy. I couldn’t really see the band at all, but it seemed she was using samples or backing tracks to augment the drummer, bassist/synth player, and her own keyboard. Instead of being distracting or taking away from the intensity or dynamics of the show, it instead felt like a proper production. The band’s sound was huge and immersive, but neither heavy nor dark. I was totally lost in it, or at least until there was some sort of incident that led to a person getting led away by medics. Not long later, someone in the band missed a cue and they had to start a song over, although they recovered quickly and barely seemed thrown off. Despite the distractions, I was thoroughly impressed. The live set somehow totally eclipsed her studio recordings.

Next up was Dog Race. I was anticipating darkwave, but they were sparser and more foreboding than I’d expected. The singer had a strong, deep voice, but her style was serious and anachronistic, and her band seemed incongruously young and bored. I found their unforgiving darkness unsettling, so I left.

[Dog Race.]

Back outside was Porridge Radio, who are apparently on a farewell tour. They started strong with a lot of energy and reminded me of the early 90s alternative rock heyday. They had that same magic sense of looseness that comes off as raw authenticity, charm, and unbridled emotion. I wanted more of their harmonies and dynamics, but relaxed into their familiar vibe regardless. They gradually slowed down and took things down a notch, and thus I got bored and restless. Sure enough, right as I left to take a break, it sounded like they were picking up again. I wish they’d been able to find a better balance, or that they’d adapted their set better to the festival atmosphere.

[Porridge Radio.]

I came back for Bilderbuch, who seemed to draw the largest crowd of the weekend. My crew wanted a space up near the front, which was hard for me to handle, so I basically squeezed in the middle of them to have a bit of a protective buffer, and that helped. The band came out in full force with walls of video screens and a loud, thick, highly produced sound. They played tight and strong like a well-oiled, efficient engine. Their singer and lead guitarist were showy and played to the crowd. I was fairly well engaged by the experience, but increasingly distracted by their apparently cocaine-fueled cishet masculinity. It occurred to me that that was the same energy that I was getting from the oblivious, obnoxious partiers at the campsite, and once I had that realization, I couldn’t enjoy it any further. I left, although I could still see and hear part of their last songs while brushing my teeth. A setlist has been posted online, but I cannot vouch for it.

Scores:
Sophia Kennedy: A
Dog Race: C-
Porridge Radio: B
Bilderbuch: B-

Immergut Festival 2025 Day 1

At long last, I’m finally through the worst of my health needs that limited my time, energy, and patience for going to shows. Festivals have been entirely out of the equation for a while. I missed the 2023 iteration of Synästhesie and it now appears to be defunct or at least dormant. However, after my partner went to Immergut last year with friends, she encouraged me to join her this year. This was my first outdoor festival in Europe (well, not counting Melodica), and my first ever where I camped on site.

After taking the train to Neustrelitz, catching a short festival shuttle ride on a restored older train, and setting up the campsite, I started my musical experience with Sofie Royer. I was curious about her alleged blend of disco, rock, and synthpop, but the result wasn’t as exciting as I’d hoped. Her voice was good, and I admired her violin skills, but she relied on backing tracks to fill out most of her sound, including even guitar solos. Her bassist was funky and the drummer put down some decent grooves, but it was weird to have a lead guitar part and her own harmonies played from tape. It felt too much like karaoke.

[Sofie Royer.]

Immediately following was Mel D of Mischgewebe. I was initially again disappointed, as I was expecting something of a spooky, mysterious vibe based on what I’d heard beforehand. Instead, she played a pretty standard form of indie rock that highlighted her strong voice. I liked her shy bassist and in particular her harmonies. The drummer also added some extra touches on keyboard and chimes and occasionally sang a backing part as well. Mel’s guitar leads were rather simple, but the general vibe was pleasant.

[Mel D.]

I took a break but ended up catching most of strongboi’s set anyway while waiting in an unusually slow-moving line for a burrito. I found their R&B to be much too smooth and clean, and the lyrics were upsettingly clichéd. Thankfully I received and consumed my burrito in time to catch most of Paula Dalla Corte’s set. She was full of energy and drama as befits a TV pop star of her standing. Her voice was even stronger than the preceding women I’d seen, but the instrumentation was rote and absent of surprises. At least she didn’t seem to be relying on backing tracks, or they were subtle enough to not be distracting. Her band offered a tiny hint of harmony that left me wanting more.

My real hope for the day (if not the festival!) was International Music, and they didn’t disappoint. The trio was tight, upbeat, and in a good mood. Their wry, absurd humor was at the fore, and they used their limited instruments, effects, and voices to full effect. I felt like there was still a touch of something missing from the records, but one of my crew said it sounded to him like there was more going on than he could see. The set was fun and I was glad their playful psychedelia still translated to the stage. Their set was a mix from their three albums, with a slight bias against the second (Ententraum, 2021), which was after all their least successful. I was near the front and realized much of the crowd was singing along. I was too when I remembered the words. This was the sort of experience that made me feel like a properly acclimated German (for better or worse).

[International Music.]

The sets were running late by that point, and I was tired from a full day and week. I made it a relatively early night and went to bed, or at least tried to. The nearby bros did their best to piss off the entire campsite with a loud boombox and terrible music. Somehow I eventually drifted off, probably thanks to the rain.

Scores:
Sofie Royer: C
Mel D: B
strongboi: D
Paula Dalla Corte: B-
International Music: A

Dummy / Lawn Chair - Live 2025.05.20 Badehaus, Berlin, Germany

Dummy put out one of my favorite albums of 2024, Free Energy. It draws heavily from the playbook of Stereolab and My Bloody Valentine (I mean, there’s a song titled “Soonish”!) yet remains experimental and playful enough to stand on its own merits. I was thrilled that the LA band was coming to Europe on tour.

Lawn Chair of Köln played first. They played an energetic take on punk with a bit of keyboard thrown in. The bassist played some spiky rhythms while the guitarists mostly filled the space with power chords but occasionally added some spice with a brief riff or effect pedal flair. The lead singer and frontwoman stole the show. Her lyrics were often plain and direct, but her presence was strong, almost confrontational, but like she wanted to make sure we were having a good time with her. She jumped in the audience to sing from the floor a few times for the hell of it.

Dummy’s stage presence was rather more reserved, and they had surrounded themselves with synthesizers and other instruments. Of the five members, all but the bassist played synth and percussion at some point. One of the guitarists even started the show shaking a maraca in the audience before climbing up and picking up his main instrument. They were shy and mostly let the music speak for itself, but technical difficulties encouraged them to talk to us more than they might’ve otherwise. They played most of Free Energy and a smattering of older songs, and while they generally set about reproducing the recorded sound on stage, it breathed and felt more alive than I feared it might. I was impressed by how well they’d arranged what sounded like complex studio compositions for live performance. There were a few samples and some of the work was done by sequencers, but that never overwhelmed the feeling of, well, free energy.

The vocals were surprisingly clear, which is something I rarely experience at smaller venues, and especially not with bands that tend towards shoegaze. I wish the two singers did more harmonization or simultaneous vocalization; they mostly just traded parts. Regardless, they sang well and carried the melodies effectively. The rest of the instrumentation stood up just as well. The band’s rhythms were particularly highlighted, which meant that I danced through the entire set. It was captivating. They speak my language.

I didn’t even try to capture the setlist, and I haven’t seen one online yet, but it was probably similar to the night before, except that technical problems prevented them from playing “Dip in the Lake” and “Sudden Flutes” until the encore. Whatever. I enjoyed this from start to finish.

[Dummy.]

Scores:
Lawn Chair: B
Dummy: A

Thanks to Jochen and Tim!

Soltero @ Junction Bar on May 8

New year, new album, new show! Soltero is coming to you at Junction Bar on Gneisenaustraße in Berlin on May 8 at 20:30. I'm thrilled that we'll be sharing the stage with our friends Lutzilla. We've got new songs and new arrangements and we're excited to back in concert!

Soltero - Staying Alive (2025)

 

Staying Alive is out now! I'm incredibly proud to be a part of this album. Playing with Tim and Ludwig is a joy, and recording with Matt Johnson was great fun. The album is on Bandcamp, Spotify, and everywhere else you might want it. I'm looking forward to bringing these songs to you on stage!

Mogwai / Kathryn Joseph - Live 2025.02.11 Admiralspalast, Berlin, Germany

Mogwai just released a new album, The Bad Fire, and kicked off this tour. I’m still a relatively recent fan, but I loved As the Love Continues (2021) and regretted that I missed their Berlin appearance in 2022. I didn’t want to make that mistake again, so despite still recovering from surgery, I bought a ticket. It helps that the venue is excellent and has relatively comfortable seating.

Kathryn Joseph, a Scottish singer-songwriter on Mogwai’s label, opened the night – a full quarter-hour ahead of the scheduled show start! She initially claimed her songs were all about “cunts” but later admitted her latest album was about people in her life dealing with emotional trauma. It wasn’t particularly easy to separate the songs into sex-positive and emotionally-heavy categories; they all seemed to occupy a similar space. That was the critical shortcoming of her set: it entirely lacked the dynamics that the headliner of the show is famous for. Her electric piano never changed tone, and while her vocals were strong, the vibe was fairly constant. On a few songs, she played an electronic drumbeat pedal, and I was hoping for the song to take off like Radiohead’s “Everything in Its Right Place”, but that never quite happened.

Mogwai made quite a different impression: with five members (including touring guitarist/keyboardist Alex Mackay), a rack of lights behind the band, and a colorful lighting array intermingled across the stage, the visual experience was on point. While Stuart Braithwaite said little more than “Danke schön, thank you very much!” after each song (and no one else said a word), the music was, as expected, huge. I was disappointed that it wasn’t quite as physically intense as I’d been led to expect, but perhaps that had something to do with being in a back row of the second balcony, not exactly a prime seat. The mix was occasionally a bit muddy from my spot, but still good. I suspect it was a different experience on the floor, and for once I was a bit sad not to be there.

The band switched between songs from the new album and tracks scattered from throughout their career, including “Cody” from their second album (Come On Die Young, 1999), Spotify favorite “Kids Will Be Skeletons”, and one of my absolute favorites, “Friend of the Night”. They have too many albums to play something from all of them, but I was impressed by the diversity of their picks. They’re one of not many bands that still vary their setlists dramatically from night to night, which I find admirable. Nonetheless, I was sad that they skipped “God Gets You Back” from the new album, as it’s the best song from the album and the band played it every preceding night on the tour.

The Bad Fire is a bit darker than their last few albums, but that wasn’t especially obvious on stage, as the variation in moods from one song to the next flowed naturally. Their trademark dynamics were on full display, both across the set and within most of the songs. There were a few cases were it seemed that the transitions were a bit off, and I wondered if something was flubbed or if it was just hard to reproduce some auditory effects on stage. Beyond that, though, the performances were solid.

I was hoping for more when the main set ended after a mere 70 minutes, and was worried for a moment when they came back and said they had just one more song. It turned out to be “My Father, My King”, a 20-minute opus. It’s a bit hard to keep focus on one song for that long, and while it dragged in a few parts, it was still a powerful way to close out the night.

[Mogwai.]

Setlist:
01. Hi Chaos
02. Kids Will Be Skeletons
03. If You Find This World Bad, You Should See Some of the Others
04. Friend of the Night
05. Cody
06. What Kind of Mix Is This?
07. Ritchie Sacramento
08. 2 Rights Make 1 Wrong
09. Fanzine Made of Flesh
10. Hammer Room
11. Lion Rumpus
12. We’re No Here
Encore:
13. My Father, My King

Scores:
Kathryn Joseph: C
Mogwai: B