De to violiner i Frej Wedlunds skrøbeligt langsomme Morning Lights er på randen af slet ikke at eksistere. Sammen tøver de fra start til slut, mens de sniger sig ind på en fælles tone og sender små lyn ud fra den i hver sin retning. Som et vindpust er værket pludselig forbi; måske har det efterladt kimen til noget større.
I Zechen Hus klavertrio Qin Xiang ligger noget også og ulmer. Pianisten hamrer undervejs i flyglet. I frustration? Over sine arkaisk drømmende skalaløb, over de romantiske impulser? Jeg fornemmer en lille modstand, der kan vokse til monsterstørrelse.
Anderledes velvoksen virker Philip Clarkes Spejlkvartet. Mørke bølger, der rejser sig fra celloen og forplanter sig langt op gennem strygekvartettens palet. En moden elegance, der står sig godt til de humørfyldte melodilinjer. Ingen tvivl om håndværkets niveau og evnen til at strukturere et langt forløb. Friskfyragtigt kunne jeg måske – hvis jeg lige ignorerer, at jeg ret godt kan lide værket – spørge: Men er det ikke for meget pastiche, for meget bakspejl, ikke mindst med den guldalderagtige afslutning?
Let er det ikke at følge op på et sådant epos. Det lykkes nu alligevel ret godt med Emil Johanssons korte, friskt boblende Cinq Ventilateurs for blæserkvintet, et velinstrumenteret humørstykke. Imens kan man sidde og spekulere over festivalen indtil nu. Det virker som en evighed siden, at Jeppe Ernst, Bára Gísladóttir, James Black og Marcela Lucatelli vendte vrangen ud på Pulsar. Men der er måske også nogle andre ting i spil nu, noget med en ny konstruktivitet og, tja, en forsigtighed, som ikke er uden potentiale.
Lasse Winterbottoms alvorsdrømmende Earwig, Twig, Jig and Whirligig for fløjte, klaver, bratsch og kontrabas slutter sig til det velskrevne, men også lidt høflige. Omvendt er der masser af musikdramatisk udforskning og dramaturgi i Matias Vestergårds firdelte My Hope Is Decayed for klarinet, slagtøj og klaver med værkets små musikalske samtaler.
Og så en enkelhed i vippefigurerne og de langsomt tegnede linjer i Evagoras Solias Apokidis’ afsluttende Less for to celloer, som udvikler sig til en voldsom tonejagt og sætter det punktum, Wedlunds indledning kastede op i luften.
»What is music to me? Here’s a quote from Nietzsche: ‘The people dancing all seemed crazy to the people who couldn’t hear the music.’«
Salim Washington is a saxophonist, multi-instrumentalist, composer, academic, and activist from Detroit who has been highly active on the American jazz scene since the 1970s, and also in South Africa, where he became a central figure. The spirit of John Coltrane hovers over his music, which carries both spiritual and social dimensions.
»Music for us is the perfect language that we love to speak. A language where it is the individual's feelings and imagination that determine what is right and wrong. Everyone can speak the language. You don't have to be able to write or understand, but just listen. Some music requires that you listen carefully and maybe hear it several times. A bit like when you talk to someone from Norway or Sweden, you also have to listen a little extra.«
DØGNKIOSK is a Danish punk rock band with roots in Silkeborg. The band consists of bassist and singer Anders Ejner, who has been active on the Danish underground scene for several decades. Musically, DØGNKIOSK moves in a field between classic Danish punk and alternative rock. In the spring of 2026, the band will release their second album, Tæt på kanten.
It is difficult to comprehend that Andreas Engström is no longer with us. Just a couple of months ago, he wrote – as he had done so many times before – with an ambitious proposal: he wanted to review a box set of twenty releases by Dror Feiler. In the same message, he mentioned plans to come to Aarhus for the recently concluded Spor Festival.
Ladies and gentlemen, we’re deep underground – indeed, all the way to France. This EP is the latest conceptual release from French electronic producer Romain Martin, who works under the name RÖM in the borderland between ambient and techno. Whispering Dub unfolds across five tracks, drawing heavily on dub while telling a story about an escape from a fictional hotel. Escomel’s background in African percussion studies and his fondness for analog gear surface in the mysterious sonic textures and the stark contrast between arranged percussion and dubbed-out echoes, underscoring the concept’s tension between mysticism and reality.
»Oilbird« opens in dystopian ambient before sliding into the rhythmic »Eastern Temple«, which constantly shifts between filtered synths, frantic percussion, and sudden breakbeats. Things cohere more fully on the title track, which blends minimal techno into the mix and stands out by maintaining a steady pulse, while echo-laden drums cast an unsettling atmosphere within the dance framework. On the closing »Hotel Amnesia«, the narrator awakens again in a collage of the record’s electronic tendencies, questioning their own existence in the album’s only use of vocals.
Whispering Dub isn’t wildly groundbreaking or bizarre enough to push the senses into extreme reactions. But as a well-produced and effective piece of electronic music, it invites the listener into a compelling game of whispers.
English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek
The stage was set for a special experience on Wednesday evening at KU.BE on Frederiksberg. In the borderland between tradition and joyful madness stood birthday celebrant Kasper Tranberg, blowing his trumpet. What emerged was an insistent blend of jazz and avant-garde, laced with understated humor and delivered by a virtuoso with a calm, unmistakably Danish presence. With a wry sense of ease, he made even the most complex passages surprisingly accessible.
Tranberg presented excerpts from 12 Melodic Illusions for Solo Improviser and Melodic Illusions for Sextet with both devotion and a glint in his eye. He demonstrated how the trumpet can stand alone while still conveying abstract emotional states. Sharp trills dissolved into growling undertones, merging with the resonance of the room. At times, he employed backing tracks, creating duets with himself.
The evening’s main attraction was the trio Mesmer – Emil Jensen, Victor Dybbroe, and Anders Filipsen – who performed works from their new piece Terrain Vague II, developed through several residencies in Northern Jutland. The three compositions moved within a field of electroacoustics, contemporary music, and analogue improvisation, carrying a distinctly cinematic and nature-infused sensibility. The sonic plunges into the Limfjord were particularly striking: Dybbroe’s metal percussion and Filipsen’s lapping synth textures carved out a dark, magnetic space. In the piece inspired by Aalborg Harbour, Jensen’s trumpet cut through with long, mist-laden tones, like signals drifting in from distant ships. The result was both enchanting and, at times, deeply inspiring. It was a concert that, for now, refuses to loosen its grip on me.
English translation: Andreo Michaelo Mielczarek
