What a great night!
That is the first thing that comes to my mind when I think about yesterday’s Club Malvinas performance.
A sold-out Lucille venue saw and heard a band that really blew up the stage.
But what was it all about?
Club Malvinas is a grand artistic concept whose central idea is to create a community of artists of all kinds: musicians, visual artists, photographers, etc., with absolute free speechbased on ideas exchange and with forbidden use of cell phoneswhile you are there.
The event, which included a colorful photography exhibition of Argentine spiders, lovely women paintings and also featured a superb DJ set by Sergio Rotman, Asia del Sur, and Anti-Yo.
But there was the genius of that enormous personality that is Jaz Coleman, with his mysterious aura and his actoral stage presence.
At the beginning, in a chat introduction with the audience, he warned us about what was going to happen to our battered planet Earth: tsunamis, erupting volcanoes, and a pole shift, presenting an apocalyptic and chaotic scenario.
Then, Jaz Coleman and his tremendous death orchestra (what a wonderful name!) delivered a stunning set list, with hypnotic, long-playing songs at a shocking volume.
The guitars were like sharp knives, or rather, they resembled the katanas in Kill Bill; the bass and drums were steamrollers, and the keyboards imposed satanic melodies. The band was a truck with a trailer at two hundred kilometers per hour throughout the complete set, which offered no respite.
And Jaz…what can I say…an artist, the creator of that colossal machine, interpreting the songs as only he can. Giving everything he had to sing, acting, trembling, subtly haranguing the audience, conducting his orchestra of musicians…simply sublime, pure class.
Yes, it was a great night. And there will surely be more to come in other places, because the Malvinas Club might have a great future, it really seems like an embryo last night.
Jaz Coleman, the king of mysticism, is back; long live the king!
Walter Markus
