Edenshade/Klimt 1918 - 10/04/2004

Civitanova Marche (Macerata), Transilvania



Here is a summary taken from a letter of a friend of mine telling about the gig of Klimt 1918 at Transilvania.
Thanks a lot Simone for the live report and also to Alessandro for the pictures!

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The band from Rome arrives on stage around 23:15: apart the look somewhat peculiar of the guitarist Alessandro - red shirt, black tie, contact lens with effect 'erasing iris' and futuristic boots - theirs is a sober style, quiet, never a pose or an excessive movement, definitely poles apart if compared to what Edenshade are gonna show about one hour after, always aggressive and hyper-kinetic on stage... Not even a word and immediately begin with a song that could very well be their 'hit', if the level of renown was higher: "That Girl", that the kids from the front row unanimously sing together with the vocalist/guitarist  Marco, if not  throughout the whole song, for a good part of it. After a short introduction of the band ("We're Klimt 1918 from Rome and we're very happy to play here, especially because we share the stage with some friends") the show goes on announcing another song from their debut album: "Parade of Adolescence", which Marco introduces with quite a strong Italian accent... The quality of the sound is fairly good (strange, if compared to the previous gigs held in the same place) and the songs result faithful to the record, with the voice of Marco even warmer and emotional in the 'heavy' passages than what possible hearing through the Cd...

The third track is "Pale Song" and at the end of this one happens an entertaining entr'acte: Marco says that it's the first time that it happens to make a gig in which the audience knows all the words of their songs. And immediately after someone replies saying 'more or less...' and the vocalist once again says: "Yeah, you're right, but that 'less' is referred to me", pointing out that he's got a sort of music stand with the lyrix of the songs in front of him, even if actually he never looked at them, as since from the first note, all the sheets have already fallen down... 

::: Marco :::


Introducing the next one Marco announces it as the most particular song from the debut album: "We don't..." with the audience that, covering his voice, concludes saying "... need no music" and the Italian verses in the opening of the song are really sung by everybody. It continues with "Naif Watercolour" in which the voice of Marco truly gave creeps, especially in the atmospheric initial part... And then the next song is preannounced as one of the most powerful ones from "Undressed Momento" and soon many guess it's the turn of "If only you could see me now". After it's time for some surprises: Marco, wishing ::: Alessandro :::himself to be able to reach the aim of recording another album, introduces a new song not included in the debut album. Don't remember the title ("They were wed by the sea") , but the sonorities withdraw further on and, perhaps, definitely, from that little of metal which was in their sound, reminding me of what U2 were around the half of the 80's... To conclude their set, a cover of a song that confirms, in case of need, the intellectual attitude of the band, which has definitely nothing to do with metal, "By this river" by Brian Eno, slightly more powerful and a lil' bit less psychedelic than the original... At the end of the cover, Marco says that the performance is over and the band leaves the stage in a calm and polite way, just like when it was arrived in the beginning, almost they would've had the fear of disturbing someone... And to the request of playing "Stalingrad Theme", the bass-player Davide answers saying that it's better not to play that one, as the band never proposed it live yet. And so it ends a show mainly made of soft, delicate, but at the same time so deep emotions than energy (thought it didn't miss neither this one) and sweat, mainly made to be listened and felt, than made to move and making confusion, of whispered and not shouted notes, cloaked by a veil of melancholy, rather than built around a wall of rage...
 

(by Simone, l'Amico Goth)

Another couple of pictures here