A friend of mine dragged me to a concert at the Montreux Jazz Festival to see these guys live. To see Dirty Sound Magnet? WTF? Dirty who?
On the menu: What Lies Behind. And I admit, I had no idea what to expect.
I found myself in a small concert hall with that atrocious bunker feeling. You know, these sweaty walls, this closed feeling, and stuffy atmosphere. Some might call that cozy, but to me, it felt oppressive. Not that the band had any say in it. And you know what? It probably … [...] Click to raid more!