Rumpeln / Sonytony - Live Bei "Koc"
Attenuation Circuit
2015

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Rumpeln / Sonytony - Live Bei "Koc"
Attenuation Circuit
2015

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I'm so completely overwhelmed by work that I didn't even blog about this yet.
For those of you who don't know, this 13:22 minutes of eternity were recorded by the awesome LeRoy on February 1st, down the rabbit hole at Lothringer13 in Munich. Oh, and I was there. Next to the right sound speaker. Watching one hell of a performance by Sonytagartony.Â
You wish you were there. You do. Something happened in those 13 minutes. Time stopped. The only thing that existed was the overwhelming noise and the very troubling contrast of snake-like fingers skillfully manipulating noise gadgets with planned purpose, and the raw emotion of Rumpeln and Tagar feeling the noise through their body.Â
As an audience, you are reduced to eyes and ears. The stimuli are so strong that nothing else counts. You have no identity or sense of time anymore, and everything you feel seems so dim compared to what these artists are experiencing right here right now.Â
So in these 13 minutes, under cold fluorescent tubes, in this fading cellar full of history, what could be seen as cold hard non-music becomes a heart-warming communion, one that links individuals with nearly bleeding eardrums together in playful receptivity. You watch the performance. You watch others watch the performance. You feel the infinite range of frequencies through your guts. Â You take everything in. The chips in the concrete floor, the guitar strings breaking one by one, the way Rumpeln's breathing seems like a complete train-wreck, the knots in Tagar's hair...
A breathtaking piece of eternity indeed.