"Live is here today.
Then tomorrow it's gone.
But it doesn't take,
It's suitcases with it,
When it leaves."
Roy Stead, "Love (Reprise)", 3-2-1990
MIRANDA SEX GARDEN
live at Montmartre, Copenhagen
26th of September 1994
heard and commented on by Casper Falkenberg
What a day.
I had only had time for about four hours of sleep that night
before I had to get up at 5.50 AM in the morning and drive to the
Panum Institute in Copenhagen. After two hours of learning about
the anatomy of the brain nerves, one hour of eating, chatting and
generally waking up again and one hour of psychology, where the
only thing that kept me from falling asleep was the constant
strong desire to hit the professor in the head with a large blunt
instrument, because she probably needed to get her brain nerves
re-arranged, judging by the incredibly far out statements about
the "normal" behaviour of the human race that came from her dry
lips, my day at the institute was officially over (and so is this
frightfully long sentence). For the next five hours I did some
things that I really can't remember because I was so tired, and
then I joined two of my friends, whom I was going to go to the
concert with, at another institute.
Some of you hardcore non-sleepers out there, don't call me a
wimp! It wasn't just that night I had only had time for four
hours of sleep, it happens all the time. I think. But I'm not
quite sure, 'cause I only had four hours of sleep last night. And
now I'm writing this; oh no, there's not enough time... There
Right, back to the concert, which I haven't really gotten to
yet. One question might spring to mind in some readers (but
hopefully not too many):
Who are Miranda Sex Garden?
Well, I can't blame you if you don't know, because this group
certainly knows how to keep a low profile. It's actually quite
amazing that they are able to keep such a low profile. In spite
of the fact that Copenhagen was one of the last destinations of a
major European tour, the only reason why I even knew they were
giving a concert in Denmark, let alone that they still existed
(!) was that I just happened to pass Montmartre one day and saw
an advert for the concert. The concert was announced later on,
but why didn't I know that they were coming? And most important
of all, why didn't I know that they had already given a concert
in 1994 in Denmark? And why didn't I know about their latest
album released earlier this year, before visiting Denmark's
largest record store (I haven't seen the CD anywhere else!)?
That's why I don't blame you if you don't know Miranda Sex
Garden, so here's the story:
Name: Miranda Sex Garden
Genre: Ethnical heavy choir indie rock!
Members: Katharine Blake, Donna McKevitt, Ben Golomstock, Trevor
Record label: Mute Records (the best)
Fairytales of Slavery (most recent release)
Singles: Gush forth my Tears
Katharine Blake: Writes all the lyrics, does most of the
singing, plays violin and flute and looks great.
Donna McKevitt: Plays a mean violin and sings a lot too. Oh, by
the way, she also looks pretty good.
Ben Golomstock: Plays electric guitar in every possible way. One
of the most creative guitarists I've seen live.
Trevor Sharpe: Drummer. This guy is the fastest drummer on
Earth. Don't believe Richard (Karsmakers) when he
claims that some death metal drummer is the
fastest. He isn't. Trevor Sharpe is. He plays so
fast that you can't see his arms! I bet he looses
a lot a weight at every concert.
History: Sorry folks, I just don't know. And if any of the above
information isn't correct, don't kill me, 'cause after
all, how am I supposed to know details about a group
that's so anonymous?
One thing I do know, though, is that Miranda Sex Garden
are grrrreat live!
SCENE OF THE SCENE:
Montmartre used to be a jazz house, but they ran low on cash and
were bought by one of Denmark's most famous female singers. She
turned the place into a club scene, which was a great move,
'cause Copenhagen already has several jazz joints, but only a few
proper club scenes that don't just play techno all the time.
Unfortunately, things didn't really work out, and earlier this
year, it looked like Montmartre would have to close. In the 11th
hour, it was saved by some foundation that gave the place a fair
money injection. Some really strange and exciting groups visit
We arrived at 21.30 and the concert was supposed to start at
22.00. Concerts never start when they are supposed to, and this
one was no exception. It gave me plenty of time to have a look at
the other Miranda freaks around me. It was quite extraordinary
how many different types of people were there. There where the
girls with dresses as black as their hair and a major depression
lurking within their complex minds; the punkers with green,
orange and bleached hair and pierced bodies; the cyber people,
girls dressed up in white and black with lots of straps
connecting everything and guys in nuclear-disaster-suits; the t-
shirt people were there as well, and then there were girls in
ordinary dresses and guys wearing shirts. I'm not going to tell
you which category I belonged to. It didn't matter, we were all
here for the same reason.
Then Ben Golomstock came on stage. The crowd didn't go wild. I
don't know about the others, but I just didn't know who he was!
He picked up an electric guitar and made sure that everything was
perfect. Then he sat down just to the left of the stage and
grabbed a cigarette and a glass of red wine. Red wine later
turned out to be a major driving force behind the concert.
About 10 minutes later, Ben Golomstock put down his glass and
joined Trevor Sharpe and two tour musicians, a keyboard player
and a bass player, as they took on the stage. Trevor Sharpe sat
down behind a very well equipped drum set. Then followed the
lovely Katharine Blake and Donna McKevitt. BANG!
Miranda Sex Garden had started their concert in Copenhagen.
There was no quiet intro, they threw a wall of sound right in our
faces from the very beginning. The speakers overmodulated the
first song, but it was quickly fixed, and we had great and LOUD
sound for the rest of the concert. Donna McKevitt played her
electric violin like it was a matter of life and death, Ben
Golomstock abused his guitar and slided like no guitarist has
ever slided before, Trevor Sharpe managed to hit every part of
the drum set at the same time, and all the time, and Katharine
Blake sang for us and played her little flute. Katharine Blake is
a chapter of her own and deserves some exclusive space in this
review. She wore a white, almost pellucid dress that looked a bit
like a night gown. She has long black hair and she is rather
short of hight. When she played the flute, she was the expressed
symbol of purity. When she screamed out her lyrics about
suppressed passion, she was a witch, the devil himself in the
shape of a little girl. She leaned out towards us, she put her
hands above her head and turned and danced slowly in front of us.
She was so innocent and yet so dangerous - and tempting and sexy
like a siren. Along with every other male member of the audience
(and probably some of the female as well), I wanted her, although
I knew it would destroy me. Along with every other member of the
male audience (and probably some of the female as well), I wanted
her to destroy me.
There was so much personality on that stage. They played most of
the songs from "Fairytales of Slavery" and some of the
instrumental bits too. And that's another great thing about
Miranda Sex Garden - they are really, really good at instrumental
pieces and at this concert, they played with a precision second
to none. Some of those pieces were rhythmically difficult to the
extreme, but there were no mistakes.
After the first half of the concert, Donna McKevitt got to sing
while Katharine Blake took charge of the violin. It worked just
as well as the other way around. The concert built up towards the
end. The singing got more and more loud, the guitar got more and
more noisy, the violin got more and more wild and Trevor Sharpe
hit his drums faster and faster. When they all left the stage for
the first time, they left an audience that wouldn't just accept
one or two encores. And they gave us what we wanted. We got four
(as far as I remember) songs more, older stuff, and then they
left the stage for the second time. What can I say, we still
For the re-entry, we got one very long instrumental piece.
Katharine Blake wasn't there, and she didn't show herself any
more that night. That instrumental piece was so amazing that my
jaws just dropped. How could they possibly remember how to play a
piece so difficult for so long a time? One by one, the remaining
five people on the stage sat down and disappeared out of sight,
till only the keyboard player was still visible. Then a
stroboscope light came on, and in glimpses, we saw Ben
Golomstock, Trevor Sharpe, Donna McKevitt and the bass player
leaving the stage. Finally, the keyboard player left his keyboard
and disappeared behind the stage. The last tones of all the
instruments were sustained for a long time without any change,
and a strange colour effect appeared and then quickly disappeared
again. The lights came on, the last tones still being blasted
towards us, and then Ben Golomstock entered the stage, picked up
his guitar and unplugged it, causing the tones to STOP!
"Thank you - goodnight" said Ben and left us.
We were stunned. We were in a state of complete and utter
amazement. This was the most intense concert I have ever
experienced, and that was exactly what it was - an experience.
No matter in which direction your musical persuasion points, you
must see Miranda Sex Garden live sometime.
Verdict: * * * * *
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