Mice + Nakar + Les Sauvaje MJ
Where: At the Athenaeum of
Elorrio When: 23 December 2023.

[Photo: Ainhoa Iraola]

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Premiere of the new season of the Ateneo music cycle. All tickets exhausted. So they told us, when they announced the concert, the organizers received a lot of calls, and in advance all the tickets were over. It made me feel privileged, therefore, the message of the person who received us the tickets. And feeling the privilege of being in that concert has some groups and a musical cycle.

Down the stairs I heard the first song, when the room was already full. For the second song, in one of them they closed the exterior door and the staircase curtain to place the transhumated cock of Miren Narbaiza. A sloping underground ceiling camera, packed with people and six great musicians filling the small stage, near the winter spring. This Plain has been built immediately, in which, strategically located on both sides of a large column that cuts the stage almost in half, the public bodies move freely. The body is almost unconsciously moving, but watching the spectacle that's on the stage in neon light.

Imagine that the balance is represented with two parallel lines, with their own variations: the upper line tends towards agitation, towards euphoria, towards climax; the lower one towards darkness, towards earth, towards silence. The balance is therefore a movement, an attempt to bring the two lines together. And that's been Mic's direct: teachers of the balance of a collective of male voices, or in their words, in serenity, in the interstellar journey.

The transition has been set by Les Sauvaje MJ, and then it has given us electronic post-punk. When Nakar (in the photo) starts, he is attracted to the audience, a month after his first album. It begins with Epicurus, mindfulness, speed of the collective work Hau dena, performed by Katakrak. Despite touching the roof with the beginning and stepping the sloping cable, they've kept the room on the ceiling until the end. A cry of war for our dark time, trance, very low scenes. They end up with the nakar song as saying "ba hau gara." And in the visit of the musicians you can see that they make music that they want to dance, that they have come to be alone but together (or with the audience).

While I was enjoying Les Sauvaje's good musical choice with the wet t-shirt, to finish, I devoted a little bit to the exercise that I usually do at each concert: two out of nine women on the stage; the picker, two out of two; as a technician, I think, I don't know in the organization; a camera in my hand; a bartender, or almost 50%. I'm not saying myself, I'm not saying mathematics: in our subsoil, there are also roofs, starting to be tormented from time to time.