Pre-show chaos, noise confusion, slow emotional collapse, and me, once again, questioning whether I’m still fit for this line of work or if I’ve just developed a worrying habit of having minor existential crises in front of fog machines.
Amid sound glitches and soaring guitars, Sólstafir brought raw Icelandic melancholy to Hamburg. A night of post-metal beauty, missed photos, and lingering what-ifs.