Makkella's Trash Lounge.
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| The crackle and hiss of a lo-fi loop brings the barefoot giant to centre stage crouched in 70's wedding suit over the yellow Gretch Astro Jet. The sound of the guitar is delicate and brittle, like a vulture's cry on the desert breeze. From the dusty forgotten-towns of Americana, past the amber-glow alleys of Hamburg, through the vodka fuelled desolation of a Finish winter on to a Parisian wine-soaked terrace night - Makkela is the citizen of a decadent dim-lit world where beggars and troubadours are kings for a moment staring star-ward from their glittering gutters whilst queens await saviour from their slate-grey towers. Whether solo. in occasional collaboration or as a regular member of the Anglo German Low Stars , Makkela never fails to win hearts with his spiky de-tuned guitar washes and sinister or darkly joyous narratives. A genuine contemporary troubadour, Makkela has made regular treks from his adopted German home back to his birthland of Finland, to the Czech Republic, UK, Austria, Switzerland and France - somewhere in Europe tonight it is likely that a new audience is witnessing the charismatic lo-fi pop styling of the barefoot, wild-haired giant as he plucks the opening discordant notes from the yellow Gretch Astro Jet, to the crackle and hiss of a lo-fi loop. |
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