1000Fryd og Studenterhuset Aalborg er stolte af at præsentere det svenske støjrock band BADA med Anna von Hausswolff i front. __________________ Entré 100 kroner ( 1, medbring en gæst gratis ved fremvisning af gyldigt studiekort medmindre koncerten bliver udsolgt) Døre: 19:30 Koncertstart: 20:00 __________________
BADA is a black noise/psych rock Swedish collective devoted to free improvisation and loud contaminations. The sounds of BADA come from various and oppugnant directions: drone landscapes, pipe organs dissonances, tribal rhythms, obscure sliding guitars and deep distorted bass. It is from these diverse sources that the process of creativity keeps persistently mutating. Only few traces of BADA are available on the web therefore the only way to reach their music is through the live experience, a profane and unholy communion where the volumes of the instruments will be high to make sounds resonate through your bodies. An act which reunites the essential bond between music and physical worlds. BADA is the new creature of Anna Von Hausswolff, Hannes Nilsson, David Sabel (also Birds Ov Paradise, Hypnus), Filip Leyman and Gianluca Grasselli.
Dis er et shoegazeband fra Aalborg, som tager dig med på en rejse i tusmørket, hvor tranceinducerende rytmer og maniske klangflader leder vejen. Dis er: - Mathias Aabenhus - Vokal, guitar og trommer. - Sara Krogsgaard Mikkelsen - Vokal og guitar. - Thomas Fischer Petersen - Guitar. - Martine Francisca Miller - Trompet, synth og percussion. - Anders Vardinghus - Kontrabas og banjo. - Jens Karbech - Bas og klaver. - Niels Hegaard - Vokal og guitar.
industrial/black/darkambient At the edges of the earth a black firestorm rages. A sea of hopelessness crashing against the barren shores. Carving up the land overflowing with lakes of flaming iron. Across the horizon billowing plague-clouds spread. Gaping eyes melt silently in apocalyptic bliss. Human ashes settle like dust on crumbling ruins. Boiling oceans evaporate and mountains kneel. Spores shoot feebly from the cracks of the earth. Confused clouds of lost souls bred in idiotic putridity. Soon the maelstrom reaches its apex. Soon the planet sits at its molten core. The crushing winds subside, leaving only echoes. Disembodied screams howling across the mangled surface. Howling as the iron cools, scattering the foul particles of spiritual remains further into the cosmos. This is Son of Seth.