The roads are heavy

One of my favourite DVDs. Madrugada ain’t as dead-on rocking cool as their land mates and closest contemporaries My Midnight Creeps and Ricochets, which both fucken destroy, but they have some compelling magic alright. And they have some of the coolest of fucking songs out there, Running Out of Time for instance - god, that’s something. The vocalist Sivert Höyem is oddly uncharismatic and as a singer he’s dancing on a tightrope, but somehow he’s perfect for this group, he turns his uncharisma into charisma if you follow my train of thought. The sadly departed guitarist Robert Burås, even though commonly muchly appreciated, doesn’t stand out either even though his role is the most important. I keep on watching and listening to the “little” things like the sudden attacks of saxophone or violin, bursts of drums, the second guitarist hiding in the background, the background orchestra in the deepest of shadows, the audience (huge fucking audience, the band’s big in Norway and only in Norway, I suppose) and the music of course which sometimes is frighteningly AOR or Country (Lift Me), but it all is still fucking captivating. Strange, big unity, Madrugada. Cool shit.