You know who these men are. They have been other men.
Who they were before does not matter. What matters most is who they are now. These men, with two menacing guitars, violent drums, and persuasive words will control your thoughts. They will build bunkers out of your bones. They will make weapons out of your teeth. They will drink your tears and feed on your meat. They will.
» Maze (post-punk)
It’s what you get when you mix up a slightly mental art student with a preference for phillip Glass minimalism and geometric patterns, a hyperactive drummer with skills as tight as a pair of hipsterjeans and a bass player who is also studying graphic design and likes to grow a moustache on a rainy day.
It’s what the elderly like to call noise and what the kids call trash. Words so alike that have such a difference in meaning. MAZE adds art to a blend of guitars, pounding drums, shredding vocals and a serious attitude to get to a point that they like to call “lo-fi-no-wave. Which means shit.
We had conversations about their band wich tended to end in completely esotheric discussions about the horizontality of music or with the promise that they would play in my living room for free which I had to prevent because my mom wouldn’t agree with that very much.
I heard people say they are complete shit, and I can call that a difference of stance. I like the way they produce amounts of noise only heard in fairytales. I like the way they throw themselves in the venue everytime they play. And I like the way their graphics match their music like they couldn’t exist seperately.
It’s not that it’s beautifull music or that you can pick up girls on it. But then it would be missing the point, I guess.