25082016235210179 (Live at Berlin Atonal 2016)
Prime testament to Mika Vainio’s improvisational chops, recorded at the 2016 Berlin Atonal, where we imagine it must have sounded amazing in the cavernous Kraftwerk venue.
A precious snapshot of Vainio (RIP) in his prime, before he was taken too early in 2017, the performance burns with a livewire intensity that the label aptly compare to jazz, of which he was a keen fan, so it makes sense that he channels that sort of energy in his live shows. This set of lugs had the pleasure of catching Mika play a few times in Manchester, including a real stunner at the old BBC building, and this set is just as devastating as we remember him.
For 42 minutes severed in seven parts, he ruthlessly hacks and pulverises the air with his signature style of expressive electronic noise and thuggish drums, generating rare levels of buzzsaw distortion in 13 minute centrepiece ‘V’, and trekking deep into isolationist noise abstraction in ‘III’, and saving his finest biting-point crunch for the grouchy finale. Aye, it's a bruiser.
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Prime testament to Mika Vainio’s improvisational chops, recorded at the 2016 Berlin Atonal, where we imagine it must have sounded amazing in the cavernous Kraftwerk venue.
A precious snapshot of Vainio (RIP) in his prime, before he was taken too early in 2017, the performance burns with a livewire intensity that the label aptly compare to jazz, of which he was a keen fan, so it makes sense that he channels that sort of energy in his live shows. This set of lugs had the pleasure of catching Mika play a few times in Manchester, including a real stunner at the old BBC building, and this set is just as devastating as we remember him.
For 42 minutes severed in seven parts, he ruthlessly hacks and pulverises the air with his signature style of expressive electronic noise and thuggish drums, generating rare levels of buzzsaw distortion in 13 minute centrepiece ‘V’, and trekking deep into isolationist noise abstraction in ‘III’, and saving his finest biting-point crunch for the grouchy finale. Aye, it's a bruiser.
Prime testament to Mika Vainio’s improvisational chops, recorded at the 2016 Berlin Atonal, where we imagine it must have sounded amazing in the cavernous Kraftwerk venue.
A precious snapshot of Vainio (RIP) in his prime, before he was taken too early in 2017, the performance burns with a livewire intensity that the label aptly compare to jazz, of which he was a keen fan, so it makes sense that he channels that sort of energy in his live shows. This set of lugs had the pleasure of catching Mika play a few times in Manchester, including a real stunner at the old BBC building, and this set is just as devastating as we remember him.
For 42 minutes severed in seven parts, he ruthlessly hacks and pulverises the air with his signature style of expressive electronic noise and thuggish drums, generating rare levels of buzzsaw distortion in 13 minute centrepiece ‘V’, and trekking deep into isolationist noise abstraction in ‘III’, and saving his finest biting-point crunch for the grouchy finale. Aye, it's a bruiser.
Prime testament to Mika Vainio’s improvisational chops, recorded at the 2016 Berlin Atonal, where we imagine it must have sounded amazing in the cavernous Kraftwerk venue.
A precious snapshot of Vainio (RIP) in his prime, before he was taken too early in 2017, the performance burns with a livewire intensity that the label aptly compare to jazz, of which he was a keen fan, so it makes sense that he channels that sort of energy in his live shows. This set of lugs had the pleasure of catching Mika play a few times in Manchester, including a real stunner at the old BBC building, and this set is just as devastating as we remember him.
For 42 minutes severed in seven parts, he ruthlessly hacks and pulverises the air with his signature style of expressive electronic noise and thuggish drums, generating rare levels of buzzsaw distortion in 13 minute centrepiece ‘V’, and trekking deep into isolationist noise abstraction in ‘III’, and saving his finest biting-point crunch for the grouchy finale. Aye, it's a bruiser.
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Prime testament to Mika Vainio’s improvisational chops, recorded at the 2016 Berlin Atonal, where we imagine it must have sounded amazing in the cavernous Kraftwerk venue.
A precious snapshot of Vainio (RIP) in his prime, before he was taken too early in 2017, the performance burns with a livewire intensity that the label aptly compare to jazz, of which he was a keen fan, so it makes sense that he channels that sort of energy in his live shows. This set of lugs had the pleasure of catching Mika play a few times in Manchester, including a real stunner at the old BBC building, and this set is just as devastating as we remember him.
For 42 minutes severed in seven parts, he ruthlessly hacks and pulverises the air with his signature style of expressive electronic noise and thuggish drums, generating rare levels of buzzsaw distortion in 13 minute centrepiece ‘V’, and trekking deep into isolationist noise abstraction in ‘III’, and saving his finest biting-point crunch for the grouchy finale. Aye, it's a bruiser.