The audiovisual festival Sonica shakes up the senses with sick robots, bagpipes and electronica for the future. 

If Malkovich suddenly announced that he now wanted to sing opera, we would also buy a ticket. But how would this story of misogyny sound with the baroque music of 2024?

I was left with a somewhat flat feeling. The piece also ended so quietly that several people were unsure whether it had actually finished and whether we could applaud.

»And that is how it sounded. Cold. Like the saddest Instagram filter imaginable – with sound.«

»It was as much the enchantment of Rumi’s poetry as the myth of the poet himself that drove the work.«

Sensitive jazz guys? Nope – suddenly Marsalis hurled himself into the seated audience with a somersault – and a scream.