Mondo Bizarre Magazine

words: Neno Costa (freely translated by Raquel Pinheiro); photos Telma Mota

Goat have been a staple on the world music – according to them landscape the genre everyone plays – landscape leaving us with a handful of albums showcasing a well seasoned and thrilling musical growth. Would the gang of illustrious masked unknowns that has previously visited us be the one on Hard Club stage? It surely was the band lead by Christian Johansson whose strong riffs, always weaved with delicious regionalisms to honour the voodo origin from Korpilombolo, in northern Sweden, cannot be mistaken.

The Nordic heptagon flawless rode an irreproachandle performance. Diving us into the land of vibrat psychedelic rock, garnished with assorted musical passports, from hard rock to funk – well held together by the female voices duet that gives it a shamanic flavour. Goat diluted the night into a festive aurora borealis.

words: Paulo Carmona (freely translated by Raquel Pinheiro); photos: Telma Mota

As an introduction, to say that Calexico are indie folk or any other genre is too reductive. outro género qualquer é muito redutor. Extremely reductive I would say.

The band dreamed and conceived by Joey Burns (guitar/vocals) and John Convertino (drums) had us used to always expect something high quality and very “caliente” given their unique and specific musical idiosyncrasies ipor força das suas idiossincrasias The bar was set very high from the start. Therefore, on the 12th of October I went to Casa da Música for the celebration of the so called musical styles fusion. My expectations were fully fulfilled.

Calexico presented themselves at their best and maximum strength. If something can be called a remarkable performance theirs was it. Calexico started more quietly with Sunken, Waltz followed by Quattro and Black Heart, then, drove into apotheosis and there they stayed. Joey Burns is an affabe, kind communicator. An experienced, playful entertainer. He does no shy to praise Porto and its people, its generosity (nothing we didn’t knew). Joye’s folk guitar is called Amália Rodrigues avd he thanked the country its musical legacy. He could see himself spending the rest of his life here.

Almost always with seven musicians on stage, between drums, bass, guitars, accordion, brass, keyboards and xylophone it was an endless superior quality orchestral music.By Attack El Robot joy and exuberance hit the room.There was shouting, Mexican like whistles and happiness and fiesta all over Dub latina, Alone Again or Guero Canedo, Crumble and No Doze and it was hit the gas pedal from then onwards. Tequila Sunrise for everyone. In Victor Jara’s Hands his relevance to music and his ever lasting memory were mentioned. It was pretty..

There was time and availability for everything. Covers and shades of Joy Division , Manu Chao , Buenavista Social Club, clubbing e jazz. In conclusion: to do all this with such quality is not for everyon. It is for banda such as Calexico. It is for those that know. If there was a place opened that late I could had bought a sombrero and a poncho. Viva la música.

words: Marcos Leal (freely translated by Raquel Pinheiro); photos: Telma Mota

Memorials presented themselves on a Thursday night at Maus Hábitos, Porto. A band that, from two soundtracks challenge Tramps! and Woman Against The Bomb was put together by Electralane’sc singer, guitarist, saxophonist Verity Susman and saxofonista and guitarist Matthew Simms, from WIRE’s late line-up, among other projects running from It Hugs Back dream pop to Better Corners’s noise. . A multi layered musician mirrored in Memorials’ music, that splits himself between handling several instruments, pedals and other sound making mechanisms.

The concert begun with both members behind their musical paraphernalia. Verity, on the left, behind the keyboards and pedals, with the sax by her side. Matthew, on the right,, on the drum kit with laptop, loopstations, anogue tape machine, framed by a guitar and assorted connect pedals. The visual projection already creating the visual ambient to the music to follow. Colourful images of varied hues, misshapen, in repetitive movements. A certain mix of Pollock and Van Gogh.Had already listened to Memorials two albums I was curious how the duo’s performance would unfold.Which turned out the way indicated on the records. A sound exploration through different times of assorted psychedelic sounds, at a time more organic, at a time more electronic. A variety of compositions, some more classic, some more modernist, that seemed to travel in time between the 1970’s and the 1980’s.. Kraut, drone, psychedelia, even indie, were present highlighting the duo’s exploratory side.

With hair and dress leaning towards the 1060’s, Verity Susman represented well the retro-futuristic sound of the band, her voice reminding singers of thar era. Mathew Simms, with his thick, long hair, impressed by how skillfully he took turns between the several instruments and mechanisms, reproducing a range of sounds, loops, and melodies that created the several layers of what was being played. But for a small issue with a pedal, the performance wax fluid, with the audience, a bit shy, showing a good reception to the music. By the end, Memorials asked the audience if it wanted more music to which said audience replied yes with some dancing in a cheerful concert finale.