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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!
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...
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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... |
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(by Simone, l'Amico Goth) |
Another couple of pictures here