So, almost 12 years ago Peter Kernel had their first show in Rome. How magical. Good memories. I was there, you betcha. Aris Bassetti and Barbara Lehnhoff crushed it. And so did their then touring drummer. So, after more than a decade, I could not miss their return downhere from Switzerland. And, even more special, I sincerely wanted my 13 years old daughter to be there with me this time. This would have been her very first indie show ever, and with a fucking good band, I mean. No doubt there is not any other band act like Peter Kernel. The thing behind their eleven different drummers concept album Drum to Death speaks for it. Art rock my ass. Intentionally I did not spoiler to her anything about their music. I only said 'enjoy that' (and maybe and maybe I should have given you some earplugs), because I have the feeling it's going to be more and more rare thing you can attend shows of a such (allow me that) 'small' CULT band, fully D.I.Y. operating, with no more than 50/60 persons around, front the stage. In Rome, at least. Just a note, I can't understand how PK did not tour yet USA or Japan. Hopefully soon. So, me, my older daughter and some dear friends of mine were there again, it was about time.
Fine, when PK jumped on stage, my eyes kept looking straight to my daughter's face, waiting for the exact moment when PK would hit fuzz pedal and everything would have crashed the air. What a everlasting moment I lived. Time will tell about what that meant to her.
Can I say I always been fascinated by their excellent, exquisite taste for creating t-shirts art and photography? I bought the red PK one for me.
Around half past 10 PM, PK couple goes on stage, this time with drummer Marco Zaninello originally from Appaloosa, a restless human drum machine. And also their divorce lawyer, as Aris jokes about it. At a certain point Barbara tells they used to be a couple for about 12 years, and Aris says '10 years, not 12', and Barbara sharps her knives saying '10 years, because for the last two you were missing'.. the audience got crazy about it. Not for nothing, in the middle of Amen, Aris jokely sung / yelled I WILL ALWAYS LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOUUUUUUU to Babara (on You're Flawless?). Among It's gonna be great free sampler CD, credit lines tell 'they detested each other for years, until he discovered her experimental film installation and she discovered his music, [..] they fell in love [..] they started writing songs together [..] they truly believe in the DIY and work with it'. Love that. Sort of Lux and Poison Ivy from the Alps.
That Barbara who is able of a sudden personality switch going from a lost Canadian tourist in Rome having fun with Italian language, to the female declamation of vitriol blast, burning down the whole town. Her fender mustang bass is her Thor's hammer. Aris, on his side, on his cheap, kranky japanese guitar is able to create intricate and minimal riffs, obsessive twirls enchanted by distortion pedals, reverb and delay gears.
Panico! This is love, Men Of The Women, Make, Love, Choose, Take, - and before performing I Kinda Like It they invited the people to join them on stage to play.. 'is there any Diego?', a guy jumped over.. 'is there any Angelina?' - no Angelina on sight, - 'no Angelina?' - Okay, my second name is Angelina, so I jumped on stage and they give me a cowbell to hit with a drumstick. I kinda liked it! Yes, my daughter tried to stop me. No way, your daddy is going to be fine, It's Gonna Be Great.
So, we needed a last song, and their encore went for Africa. This time they invited even more people on stage, but, wtf, people played hard-to-get, I asked my daughter if she wanted to go, but okay, no, I understand. Don't worry, Angelina is here. So I jumped again on stage with my friend Michele, maracas and tamourine section ready - and other three persons. Where the water has gone.
I finally bought Drum to death vinyl. My daughter asked for a PK tote. Love to Peter Kernel.
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Fine, when PK jumped on stage, my eyes kept looking straight to my daughter's face, waiting for the exact moment when PK would hit fuzz pedal and everything would have crashed the air. What a everlasting moment I lived. Time will tell about what that meant to her.
Can I say I always been fascinated by their excellent, exquisite taste for creating t-shirts art and photography? I bought the red PK one for me.
Around half past 10 PM, PK couple goes on stage, this time with drummer Marco Zaninello originally from Appaloosa, a restless human drum machine. And also their divorce lawyer, as Aris jokes about it. At a certain point Barbara tells they used to be a couple for about 12 years, and Aris says '10 years, not 12', and Barbara sharps her knives saying '10 years, because for the last two you were missing'.. the audience got crazy about it. Not for nothing, in the middle of Amen, Aris jokely sung / yelled I WILL ALWAYS LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOUUUUUUU to Babara (on You're Flawless?). Among It's gonna be great free sampler CD, credit lines tell 'they detested each other for years, until he discovered her experimental film installation and she discovered his music, [..] they fell in love [..] they started writing songs together [..] they truly believe in the DIY and work with it'. Love that. Sort of Lux and Poison Ivy from the Alps.
That Barbara who is able of a sudden personality switch going from a lost Canadian tourist in Rome having fun with Italian language, to the female declamation of vitriol blast, burning down the whole town. Her fender mustang bass is her Thor's hammer. Aris, on his side, on his cheap, kranky japanese guitar is able to create intricate and minimal riffs, obsessive twirls enchanted by distortion pedals, reverb and delay gears.
Panico! This is love, Men Of The Women, Make, Love, Choose, Take, - and before performing I Kinda Like It they invited the people to join them on stage to play.. 'is there any Diego?', a guy jumped over.. 'is there any Angelina?' - no Angelina on sight, - 'no Angelina?' - Okay, my second name is Angelina, so I jumped on stage and they give me a cowbell to hit with a drumstick. I kinda liked it! Yes, my daughter tried to stop me. No way, your daddy is going to be fine, It's Gonna Be Great.
So, we needed a last song, and their encore went for Africa. This time they invited even more people on stage, but, wtf, people played hard-to-get, I asked my daughter if she wanted to go, but okay, no, I understand. Don't worry, Angelina is here. So I jumped again on stage with my friend Michele, maracas and tamourine section ready - and other three persons. Where the water has gone.
I finally bought Drum to death vinyl. My daughter asked for a PK tote. Love to Peter Kernel.
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