Potdomme alweer ruim 3 jaar geleden. Was tijdens het optreden al aardig op weg om katslam te worden en heb heerlijk mee staan wiegen van achter uit de zaal. De ultieme soundtrack voor een intredende intoxicatie. It's been too long...
Way too much talking in between songs, they don't care that the intro to the songs matter too, kind of rude. I hate that when people interrupt ambient concert noise.
that's what happens when something just becomes an aesthetic/trend/genre/fun. it's different worlds coming together in one place, not always a good idea one of the reasons why music like this should have been kept to the people who created or understood it's purpose to begin with. sharing music & culture is good sometimes to find kindred spirits but masses of human beings never can get on the same page of understandings. humanity, human cravings get in the way of what's necessary. but also the atmosphere & music is to help draw out the nature of the individuals making & listening. this is most people's nature. be respectful when it benefits or suffer, usually still suffer in some way tho. we get it from thee Creator force.
Setlist was: 1. Die kalte Teufelsfaust 2. Auszug aller tödlich seinen Kräfte (Dämmert, gelähmt und mit scheinbar erloschenem Geist) (Vom Geist der Schwere) (Unter Töchtern der Wüste)
This band is a Godsend. I would prefer if he sung at a normal speed but it's cool. He looks to be aging unfortunately. He reminds me of that guy off of Waco now.
@@uotrbvelepr8018 both. he's not singing in any real language and also they haven't really posted these made up 'noises' anywhere. and I don't mean noises in a bad way, I love urfaust and their vocals :)
@@AdamasCZ Unfortunately, you're not quite right, my good man! There are texts, only not all songs have an actual text. Lyrics exist in Dutch, old German (but incorrectly). On the other hand, a so-called "Shomyo" - ritual chant is used, which in this case actually contains no words. Quote: "Sounds like 'the text' does not contain a single word. Singer IX articulates himself primarily in plaintive cries with an ornithological background [...] and a morbid singsong that sometimes exudes the solemn theatricality of a dying opera hero, sometimes sounds like a drunken sailor who wavers and vacillates between misappropriated joie de vivre and infinite longing." - Dirk Bengt: Review of Einsiedler in the online magazine burnyourears.de "
