Noise in the White Cube
The first thing that hits you at Aros' Unruly – the Body in Punk isn't dog collars, leather jackets or fishnet stockings. It's the sound. It rumbles through the galleries. After all, what is punk doing in a museum? Punk was never made for museums. It's dirty, loud and ephemeral. It thrives on amateurism, mistakes and resistance. One might fear that the white cube would turn three-chord fury into cultural history and noise into background music. Curator Marie Arleth Skov has created an exhibition in which sound doesn't merely illustrate history – it propels it. Raw guitars, piercing saxophones, flickering Super 8 films and concert footage merge into a rush of noise, images and bodies.
Unruly is not a comprehensive history of punk but a sharply focused snapshot of a culture in which sound and the body were inseparable. Punk's godmothers appear alongside Danish bands such as Lost Kids, Pussy Punk and Sods in previously unseen footage from a legendary punk happening in Copenhagen. A leather drum kit by Käthe Kruse of Die Tödliche Doris stands as a sculpture bearing the dry title In Leder, while Cornelia Schleime's video reveals the vulnerability and poetry that also inhabited punk rebellion. The contrast with Erik Satie's stripped-back piano music is exquisite. Walking through the exhibition feels like stepping inside a three-dimensional fanzine. Everywhere, it celebrates misfits and those who never asked for permission. Leopard-print cushions, raw materials and tactile installations make you feel as if you could almost touch punk itself.
In art museums, sound is often reduced to atmosphere. Here, it becomes a material on equal footing with fabric, video and the body. Noise is treated as an artistic method rather than a soundtrack. Fifty-year-old noise still sounds astonishingly contemporary as it resonates with the exhibition's newer works. You feel it vibrating through your body. Instead of muting the world, the museum becomes an amplifier.
Can rebellion survive inside a museum? Unruly shows that punk's energy does not necessarily disappear when it enters an institution. Only two things are missing: the chance to experience the exhibition at four o'clock in the morning – and a lavish catalogue bound in latex.
English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek
Bumblebees Come With Punk
Smag På Dig is pretty punk. True, the instruments most commonly associated with the genre have been replaced by saxophones, and yes, the music sounds markedly different from what one would normally link with punk. Nevertheless, with their debut release SPDS, tenor saxophonist Oliver Lauridsen, baritone and bass saxophonist Thorbjørn Øllgaard, and drummer Albert Holberg have created a bona fide, high-energy punk album – packed with fun, mischief, seriousness, and anger.
The style is established from the very first track. The trio plays catchy, often pop-inflected melodies built on Øllgaard’s thunderously deep saxophones, Holberg’s tight drumming, and Lauridsen’s high-energy, lyrical tenor sax. Particularly effective is »Middelklassen avler kun skeletter«, which has a comparatively darker tone, a bass sax buzzing like a fat, murderous bumblebee, and a stronger focus on atmosphere than many of the other tracks – without sacrificing melody.
At the other end of the spectrum are tracks like »PGO HOT 50«, with its stomping tempo, cowbells, and an epic sax guyfrom hell, and »Negirî«, which, with Luna Ersahin on vocals and saz in the eleventh hour, lets the horns step into the background – not to mention Thorbjørn’s angry poems, addressing everything from globalization, climate change, and war to the art academy and one’s own worth as a human being. Impressively, it all hangs together; everything works in its diversity. And it convincingly illustrates the age-old punk dictum that you can be angry and still have fun at the same time.
Feel Yourself Becoming Nature Again
Frozen human bodies and faces shaped and painted like ceramics are meticulously carried around by flower sculptures that have abandoned their static nature. The roles are reversed. Nature becomes the living environment that grants the clay humans small, temporary lives in Ghost Flower Ritual at Copenhagen Contemporary.
The piece is a live installation with musicians and performers, where 34-year-old composer Sophie Søs Meyer has collaborated with visual artist Cecilia Fiona, who is of the same age. It’s a sensorially overwhelming, yet dramatically subdued ritual. Over the course of forty-five minutes, we sit together beneath a giant flower and sense the performers’ meticulous, slow movements. Meanwhile, soundscapes and small pulsating figures from four string players and a flute shape a landscape of colors, tones, and movements that melt together – filling the high-ceilinged room with auditory and visual presence. We are part of a whole.
I love the wild costumes that descend strangely from the sky. I love being part of the ritual that heals our forgotten connection to nature, which is the very foundation of our lives. I love the sound of stroked, plucked, and blown wood from Athelas’ musicians. Culture is nature. The human animals and the flowers are part of the greater consciousness. It’s all a hyper-complex mechanism. Cecilia Fiona possesses an extraordinary visual and creative abundance in her intricate details, and Sophie Søs Meyer is precise and intriguing in her swaying tonal figures that change slowly and meticulously. Until one flower blows into the large conch shell. Then the ritual is over.
English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek
Beneath the Restless Canopies
An inner soundscape characterises being in love. You walk through the city with a new rhythm, a different melody. The same is true of depression, though here major gives way to minor. Yet the early phases of love, too, can contain moments of doubt and dark foreboding. In composer and guitarist Ask Kjærgaard’s musical staging of Naja Marie Aidt’s 2006 short story Store træers grønne mørke (The Green Darkness of Large Trees), released as an LP last year, this same interplay is palpable as the music moves us from gentle strokes through melancholy to a rougher sound. The recording features the trio LiveStrings – cello, violin and viola – with actor Jens Albinus as the first-person narrator.
In the concert version of Kjærgaard’s work in Aarhus, featuring Rasmus Kjær on keyboards, Albinus’s voice appeared even more exposed. The piece introduces us to a depressed man who, wandering through a park, finds moments of calm beneath the trees—and at times up in them. For when despair causes you to fall out of the system’s sky, through sickness benefits and social assistance, only to land at the roots of the trees, perhaps there is only one thing to do: climb into the treetops? But then our anti-hero meets a woman in the park, and the drama begins. Can infatuation lift him out of depression, or will it end up short-circuiting him?
At first, the music crept in quietly. Kjærgaard’s ability to support the flow of the text revealed his experience as a film composer, particularly in his blending of classical music, meditative new age, and piercing guitar. Words and music carried the narrative together. When Albinus fell silent, the music became the voice of the inner landscape. The strings, in particular, delivered the dreamlike tones of infatuation, but when the gloom returned with renewed force, it was Kjærgaard who, with a roaring guitar, sprawled across the emotional abyss. It was beautiful and brutal.
English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek
Explosive Jazz Builds Up and Burns Down
From the very first downbeat, I sense a special energy – saxophonist and composer Amalie Dahl, in interplay with vibraphonist Viktoria Søndergaard, guitarist Viktor Bomstad, and drummer Tore Ljøkelsøy, unfolds a unique balance between calm and restrained wildness. Take, for instance, the album’s second track, which opens at a lingering tempo with a duet between Søndergaard’s vibraphone and Dahl’s saxophone. At times their playing merges into harmonic dialogue; at others, the interaction is disrupted by contrasting movements. Like a conversation, the instruments alternate between gentle suggestions and lively outbursts. It is a joy to listen to music that flows so effortlessly. Halfway through, Bomstad suddenly kicks the door open with his guitar, hurling himself into the conversation with explosive force. Where moments earlier I was savouring the finely tuned interplay between Søndergaard and Dahl, I am now overwhelmed by the flaming, noise-rock chaos Bomstad ignites – and I love every second of it.
All three tracks on the album are thus imbued with sheer joy of playing, confident compositions, and impressively free excursions. The listener is kept on the edge of their seat, knowing that at any moment the four musicians can cause an otherwise cosy passage to detonate. With Breaking/Building Habits, Dahl and her collaborators exemplify the unique vitality of partially composed, partially improvised jazz. They build up and burn down, again and again – and as a listener, there is nothing to do but surrender to their compelling show of force.
English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek
Mathias Reumert Group Masters the Art of Playing with Sound
Mathias Reumert Group is a playful and tightly knit percussion ensemble. This was already evident upon entering KoncertKirken: the long side of the hall was densely packed with an impressive arsenal of percussion instruments, ready to bring the space to life. The programme opened with a delightful performance of György Ligeti’s Síppal, Dobbal, Nádihegedüvel featuring soprano Anna Caroline Olesen. A work driven by humour and constantly shifting yet precisely placed sounds – harmonica, referee whistles, marimba, tubular bells, and much more. We were even fortunate enough to hear the final movement twice.
The early encore loosened up the otherwise somewhat conventional concert format – one piece followed by the next, and so on. In new-music ensembles, one increasingly encounters curatorial and conceptual frameworks for concerts. Perhaps this is a development from which this curious ensemble could benefit?
The concert concluded with Chiung-Ying Chang’s Solar Myth – a piece of music theatre rooted in Taiwanese culture, where prop and instrument became one. Three masked beings played softly on a bass drum, initiating what felt like a ritual. But the ritual was abruptly disrupted when a fourth percussionist stepped forward, offering resistance through the tones of a marimba. The three beings responded with sharp, piercing cracks from their bright red fans – but the marimba did not yield. What followed was an explosive soundscape of metallic percussion, bright, clattering, and dancing. The dramaturgy seemed shaped by a deep understanding of the nature of music itself. Enchanting. One left KoncertKirken a little taller, happier, and more playful.
English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek