The former East German visual artists helped define the post-rock sound and, along with various spin-offs (Tarwater, Kreidler et al), Berlin’s – it seems that rarely a week goes by when one of its members isn’t involved in some project here, musical or otherwise. Evidently, their dance card has been piling up – they’re calling a halt to the consortium. So naturally the opener for their farewell concert is The Pastels, as Scottish as a meal of dead dog in pantyhose.
But this most non-Berlin of openers is apt: What is Berlin’s sound now, except for the flailing of clumsily dressed and underpaid expats attempting to surf the city’s magic? With the general destruction of physical urban communities through rough gentrification and the speed that bad ideas get shared on the Internet, youth culture is congealing into a steady flow of non-specific sludge.