An unforgettable night with Lacrimosa in Argentina
Last May 24 at the Teatro Flores, the legendary German Goth Rock band LACRIMOSA with more than 30 years of career performed and got the crowd shaking.
Opening the evening was the Argentine band Inazulina, always delivering a surprising performance, with captivating outfits, dark and passionate melodies, and the powerful voice of Carolina Bakos, making each show an audiovisual delight.
After 9:10 pm it was time for the expected show of the night, starting with the chords of Lacrimosa Theme, JP Genkel on guitar, Yenz Leonhardt on bass, Julien Schmidt on drums, Anne Nurmi on keyboards and vocals, and Tilo Wolff took the stage, automatically the audience burst into screams of excitement.
My expectations for this long-awaited reunion with the band led by Tilo and Anne were high, even enormous.
At the first crack of the strings,they were greeted with a resounding wave of cheers and a torrential downpour of applause. I expected everything from them, and they gave me everything. As soon as the first chords of the epic song “Avalon” were heard and identified, the lights that draw you into something dark and intriguing, refreshed by an immersive and moving gothic romanticism, and a danceable, hypnotic, and contagious Post-Punk with a stylized look in the good old 80s style. Sharing the same DNA, the band won over even the most rock-and-roll hearts. Oscillating between a winter melancholy that brings tears to our eyes and a gentle ardor that is enough to cause and sustain an emotional shock, they were impeccable on stage. The audience smiled, swayed, and looked at the band with an indelible dreamy expression.
No one would refuse to sit around a campfire and listen, chin resting on the palms of their hands and eyes wide open, to the absorbing gothic tales, masterfully narrated by the immaculate symbiosis between two exquisite guitars, a murmuring bass, fantastic keyboards of sidereal nebulosity, a tribal drum, a howling trumpet, and two libidinous voices. We were all embalmed and perpetuated in an imperturbable sensation of complete ataraxia that had acclimated and massaged us from the first to the last song.
Spongy hypnosis was only broken by the uncomfortable silence that followed the exciting minutes of the concert, and which revealed our trembling spirit in search of the lucidity that had been stolen and denied us by the seductive Rote Sinfonie and Copycat.
Photos by Eliana Fernandez
Review by Maria Fernanda Capici
Produced by NWM PRODUCTIONS
Press Gaby Sisti