Momentary Maxim of Idolatry

Maximilian Hecker. Roter Salon.
Oh, to hear, so ethereal, such a voice breathing lyrics, so schmalzily nonsensical, and nonetheless so beautiful. Excuse my brief lapse into starry-eyed fanhood but this was perhaps the best concert I have ever been to. Never mind the mass of people making the womb of the dark Red Salon nearly unbearable. Melted into one, the intimate crowd, enclosed by burgundy walls and moving fluidly through and around itself in the dim light, awaited those sounds like a first living breath. I stood at the edge of the platform light and laughed and awed and danced and ummed and wanted nothing more than here.
Ok. I’m finished, but seriously, the band is really good. And not above a satirical rap song, or the extremely effective use of a glockenspiel.