A Place to bury strangers, Port O’Brien and the Dodos

I plan to get on a short list of my new best bands of the week. However, it should be mentioned that I will fail miserably and probably will hardly get the fortnight’s tip. But for the start, I managed to dig through the depths of myspace and youtube and to find three very lovely bands which touched my heart. Fortunately, they didn’t do that for real, I can imagine that it might kill you.


The Dodos


Imagine a couple of guys that stole the instruments of the Shout Out Louds to underline their lovely folk-alike songwriter songs with instrumentals that always seem to want to run ahead but always stay just close enough to make the song slightly odd in its rhythm. Now that you have imagined that, you might be completely puzzled how the f*** that would sound like. Well, probably like the Dodos. Now, I don’t mean the extinguished birds that were eaten in a couple of weeks after discovery (although they might have sounded like that as well, who knows, they are extinguished, we have no idea).

The Dodos are great, they are up-beat in a way that always lingers with a tad melancholy and therefore makes you smile and think about past mistakes at the same time. They also know how to play their instruments which is quite nice because in these times that usually means that they experiment with song structures and therefore don’t bore you after three songs.

But enough of stale descriptions, see and hear for yourself.

The Dodos “Fools”


Port O’Brien


Don’t we just love bands that crowd the stage with tunes that seem to be stolen from gospel, folksingers and Canadian (because that’s the good kind) garage? Port O’Brien have a drive in their songs that makes your head move without noticing. Caught between the revolutionary 60s, dusty roads and instruments made out of farming material they hover somewhere between the British Sea Power, The Shins and a more upbeat Bob Dylan. With each track you want to know what comes next a whispered ballad, an aggressively shouted bitch of a song or a thumping, euphoric hymn, they are the travelling band of your dreams, sending you back to the dirty south 20s with the lyrical 21st century.

You wanna see, how they do it?

I woke up today


A place to bury strangers


With a name like this you have to expect greatness. And it comes jumping right at you with aggressive electronic noises that nearly bury the voice of singer Oliver Ackermann. It is a relieve to hear something so dark and disturbing in times where most bands are best described with “cute”. It reminds of the self-destroying New Wave bands of the 80s hidden behind walls of noise. They are haunting, like the ending of “Night of the living dead”, their videos make no exception. It’s a step back to music that doesn’t merely exist to entertain but to express. I am sorry that I have to end my hattrick with such a heavy band but this is a fantastic finale, shooing you off into the dark night with lurking shadows and hysterical maniacs….

I know I’ll see you


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