A Place to Bury Strangers – Lo-Fi, Milano
I knew this concert was going to be loud, but shit, I didn’t realize it was going to bust up my equilibrium for two full days. As much as I was enjoying not being able to hear the perverted words of my 30-going-on-17 year old boyfriend, it was nice to finally feel back to normal—even if it took til Sunday.
A Place To Bury Strangers (APTBS) puts on the type of high-energy performance that makes you want to quit your shitty nine-to-five job in banking and take up learning an instrument. Then you could rock so hard you sweat out all the alcohol I’m sure you drank the night before, or get in the front row and make everyone nervous that a guitar or drumstick might come spiraling towards their face. I’m legitimately surprised there isn’t an ambulance on call at every APTBS performance. I wish half the bands playing right now had the stage presence of these guys because we would have a much more impressive, far less embarrassing music generation.
Oliver Ackermann, vocals and guitar, is not only a talented musician, but also a businessman himself as the founder and owner of the fittingly-named base effects pedal company Death By Audio. At one point, I thought Dion, the bass player, was having a seizure, but then I realized that this is just some motherfuckin’ rock-n-roll, except for the tucked-in shirt. Their new drummer, Robi, seems to have fit in comfortably with the rest of the guys, and he gives off the impression that he has been there since the beginning.
The show in Milan was a little more “tame” than the other times I’ve seen them, but that’s only fair since they’ve been on the road now for five weeks. From what I could see, none of their music equipment was completely destroyed, which is out of character for APTBS since I’m almost positive a goldfish has a longer lifespan than one of their guitars. As Ray De Ation put it, “It’s as if Trent Reznor and Twiggy from Marilyn Manson [Ed. Note: He also happened to be in Nine Inch Nails.] gang raped Robert Smith from The Cure, while performing an ancient witchery love ceremony with Joy Division playing in the background. The child was born Beethoven style deaf and produced music this loud and hard because he couldn’t hear his own mother screaming to turn it down.”
If you haven’t seen these guys, make a mental note to do so at some point. Their show is just as stimulating visually as it is audibly, but it might not be suited for women who are expecting or those who suffer from Epilepsy.
Words by: Dee Rowning