The Wednesday Wall of Sound: A Place to Bury Strangers @ A38

It’s probably a praise of the emerging (?!) Budapest concert scene to say that the number of bands which I get to see for the second, third, etc. time (non-local bands, mind you) is steadily increasing. This is primarily wonderful, and should be strongly encouraged, but also makes me wonder just what on Earth I…

All That Dancing Around: Triggerfinger @ A38

Triggerfinger’s latest A38 concert, promoting their most recent album, named, in an endearingly Triggerfingerish-grandiose way Colossus, was unequivocally introduced on the event page as one by the second best rock band in Belgium, since the first one will forever be dEUS (themselves regular A38 visitors). It is of course hard to argue with this statement,…

Eastern Promises: Onuka @ A38

Confession time. There are certain things, considered perhaps unfashionable, or unorthodox, or both, by the mainstream, that I unashamedly love. Eurovision, for one. And besides my general affection for this campest of European traditions, I profess a particular fondness for the cooky- ethnic period which began with Sertab Erener’s winner for Turkey in 2003 and…

Dark Beautiful Things: Cigarettes After Sex@A38

I might have mentioned it a couple of times already, but I honestly cannot fathom which concerts will sell out these days in Budapest, and why. (Apparently the Despacito person’s gig will sell out any time now, in his case I could confidently cover the which part, but will forever stay confused over the why.)…

Dog Day Evening: Black Bartók @ A38

Sound Engineer’s Dog’s Log, Supplemental It’s hot, particularly so here on the deck. Spent most of the afternoon wondering what’s happening to me and the universe in general, and why am I so insanely hot. Concluded I’m here on the boat again, there’s a sound check for tonight’s concert, have no idea about the state…

Summoning the Light: Sóley @ A38

I had sat down in front of the computer intent on writing this review as quickly as I could, riding the wave of fresh impressions, which usually work best- the more you think about the concert the more it will become something you remember, instead of something you experienced. And we all know memory can…

A Most Punctual Man: Thomas Dybdahl @ A38

There are (at least) three ridiculously wonderful things about the roof terrace of A38: it’s in fact covered, so we could pay no mind to the possible impending storm, which actually never arrived, but then again it’s better to be safe than sorry. It’s so chill that the sound engineer’s dog can peacefully doze through…

St Vincent @ A38

The lady is totally touched in the head- and that’s the most wonderful compliment there is. Why be normal, when you can be better? Musically speaking St Vincent might be an acquired taste- her songs are simply too complex to be liked immediately, but then try as I might, I still cannot get Rattlesnake out…

Caribou @ A38

In this autumn season of many delights, I was about to skip Caribou, but then of course you have friends to pester you into going and there was that 9/10 review in NME which piqued my interest. So I duly started listening to the lavishly praised “Our Love’, and it was quite alright. The opening…