Welcome to the land of the winter sleep… but I mean more for bands than for animals. Some of the local bands have a nap due to a wealth of the side projects (in this particular case I want to write today about it’s been no less than five, at least as many as band members) then they wake up with a new energy, new songs, surely ready for the conquest of the world or at the very least their own backyard. So it happened to hardcore punkers in Klikk. The previous gig took place in November and the band flourished anew during one weekend at Húrra and Dillon whiskey bar on… wait what…? On Ascension Day?! More likely they would enjoy descending to hell. Nevermind, May 14th and 16th.
I still remember the first gig of Klikk I have seen and the way how they stuck in my memory. Then the next flashback is one evening in August 2013 when I decided to finally share my impressions of the Klikk show for the first time with someone who comes not from Iceland. I have to say it boggled then my mind actually. Klikk’s performances are never boring and somehow always give me a thrill. Believe me or not, you will have this dilemma what to zero in on.
Up to now, Klikk has been, and I assume still will be, a stage phenomenon. At the time of their last gigs I felt like Klikk turned into an armoured tank that is powered mostly by Kristján Friðbjörn, the main songwriter, lyricist and guitarist and Úlfur Alexander, the vocalist. Except that the band exists also thanks to the gang of three brothers – Ívar, Óðinn and Ægir. So as they said, the tank is prepared to complete work on recording their debut album. Finally! In the dark room of Húrra the tank started an engine and provided a thrill of clearing the field in front of them by dropping the leash of a furious hungry animal that is ready to sow confusion and destruction.
Do you know how this machine sounds like? Like dark metalic hardcore. Their precise and energetic delivery certainly provided a solid show on full throttle. Since 2009 it’s been dirty, it’s been heavy, it’s been loud and performed with a deadly speed of the machine gun drummer Ægir Sindri Bjarnason who simply likes to play very fast. It sounds intensely and concisely. The gritty sound of Klikk is overlaid with the violent vocal. Do you want some crowd interaction? Beware of the wild animal raiding the audience, screaming up a lung, ready to tie you up with a cable of his microphone. Yes, this is an engagement and connection through emotion. He will climb the highest possible point in the room then suddenly disappear leaving the microphone alone hanging somewhere from the ceiling and at the same time adding fuel to the fire while the tank is already red-hot. Blood of my blood.
The most spectacular moment of the wolf’s madness took place at probably the best open-air gig I have experienced in Reykjavík. Last year during the famous and bustling with events Culture Night Klikk went the whole hog and put on a show in the backyard at Laugavegur, at the jungle party thrown by the Godchilla’s bassist. That day the Klikk’s vocalist conquered all the trees (with hanging bananas) in the garden and at the end hoofed it on a roof.
I still feel like Klikk is underrated so now I should shut up finally and rather let you experience it almost firsthand…