One of the points of urban subcultures is that you all look the same. It’s like a safety net in a jungle of
fashions and musical styles: if I put on my skinny jeans and band T-shirt and
go to one of those things called brit parties around here, I can safely bet
I’ll listen to some indie guitar music with my lager and meet fellow minded
people with whom, before the beers kick in a bit too much, I can expostulate on
the intricacies of which Foals album is the best after all, and why.
Every now and then, of course, you get tired of the safety net, and indulge
in something that it, let’s say, on the fringes. Goth culture is probably as
friendly to indie as it gets, since some of the music is shared between the
crowds: case in point, dark wave, which often, if not always, sounds like the
long lost child of Joy Division. It can can get a bit tiring to listen to the
umpteenth singer trying (and alternatively succeeding or failing) to sound like
Ian Curtis, but Saturday’s offering, She Past Away, at least sound like Ian
Curtis if he were Turkish, which is intriguing, to say the least.
I have always felt sympathy for acts that get into some exotic niche that
is not particularly typical for their geographical region- these days it’s of
course much easier to connect globally with anything your heart desires, but,
back in the days, being a die hard, say, Stone Roses fan in an Eastern European
backwater, required passion, patience and dedication.
Turkey on the other hand is big and diverse enough to harbour pretty much
anything, and the local culture is strong enough to leave a trace on the most
alien of imports: so while the melodic backbone of She Past Away’s music is as
joy division-y as it gets, and the singer’s voice strikes you as totally Ian
Curtis at first hearing, it slowly dawns on you that he actually sounds much
closer to a typical Turkish rock singer than to any Western counterpart. (For
this you should of course have some prior knowledge of how Turkish rock sounds,
but in the always useful bathroom queue I was informed by several people that
he ’sounds familiar and yet a bit off’, but they can’t put their finger on the
exact nature of the offness.)
Before She Past Away we were also treated to Pornography (that sounds
supicious, I know)- but they’re ’merely’ the Hungarian Cure tribute band, with
a lead singer who very much looks the part of Robert Smith, as he should.
Tribute bands are another ’pet curiosity’ of mine, for I could never really
understand the need to become completely submerged in the music of another
artist, and would often think that becoming a tribute band is basically
admitting the defeat of your own creative ambitions. I can’t say to having been enamoured by this
one either- the first couple of songs were quite alright, but in the longer run
a sort of tetchy boredom set in, with
people chatting over their beer or going for a smoke outside.
This downtime did however allow for a closer inspection of those in
attendance- they were pretty much what we would call goths alright, but in
general, goths strike me as a rather diverse sub culture. They might be clad in
black as a rule, but they come in all shapes and sizes, giving the impression
of a community that is welcoming of anyone who might feel a bit of an outsider
for any reason. As a further soothing fact, none of them felt the need to put
on any ridiculously gory Halloween costumes, they kind of look the part everyday
anyways.
And as a short final remark. It was of course hard to go to a concert on the 31st of October and not think of the
people who had died a day before in the blaze in Bucharest’s Colectiv club.
Besides the tremendous sadness of so many young lives lost, I did however also
feel grateful that the club scene in Budapest is generally safe, and lessons
have been learned from the West Balkan tragedy. Whenever people complain of security
staff being overzealous, attendance limitations and space restrictions- just
keep in mind that we need all those rules and regulations to be kept safe, and
ultimately, to be kept alive.
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