O P I U M X: Beesmunt Soundsystem
Upon arrival at the tiny airport of Palanga, we had this immediate feeling that we were in for something special. After waiting for a Japanese man named Sakamoto and the tall French god Joakim, we got into a van with a Lithuanian man who kept on saying the place was only half an hour more. After every half hour, the special feeling increased even more.
Beautiful sightseeing drive through Lithuanian woods followed, filled with bad jokes and heavy stories about the day before at the festival we were heading to. Ant Bangos was nearly there. We arrive in the classical city center of Nida. A picturesque and special place; houses how houses should be built, smoked fish prepared how smoked fish is supposed to be eaten.
The sun went down and we oversaw the waters of Nida, slowly darkened by the night. The igloo was exploding with booming sounds somewhere in the sand. What a place…
The festival had already taken off; strobe lights and screaming in the distance, now it was our turn. People wanted something, we wanted something. In true BSS fashion, we felt like starting over again, slower, no kick drums for the first 8 minutes. Then some kicks drums introduced themselves paired with a thunderous lightning strike in the background. We immediately felt the Ant Bangos crowd was feeling the same way we did, this was gonna be special.
What followed was one of our most special nights in 10 years of playing music together. A 4 hours set with 8 power cuts, a setting with people everywhere around you instead of only in front, no big podium, no look at me, look at you attitude. The sun came up and no power cuts for a while, electricity had been our friend once again. But when the sea gods said this is enough, the wind and waves came crashing in and told the people to go home.
It was a full circle, a literal translation of Ant Bangos, and a perfect end to our first introduction with the Opium family. Only mother Earth could stop us!
O P I U M X: Beesmunt Soundsystem
Upon arrival at the tiny airport of Palanga, we had this immediate feeling that we were in for something special. After waiting for a Japanese man named Sakamoto and the tall French god Joakim, we got into a van with a Lithuanian man who kept on saying the place was only half an hour more. After every half hour, the special feeling increased even more.
Beautiful sightseeing drive through Lithuanian woods followed, filled with bad jokes and heavy stories about the day before at the festival we were heading to. Ant Bangos was nearly there. We arrive in the classical city center of Nida. A picturesque and special place; houses how houses should be built, smoked fish prepared how smoked fish is supposed to be eaten.
The sun went down and we oversaw the waters of Nida, slowly darkened by the night. The igloo was exploding with booming sounds somewhere in the sand. What a place…
The festival had already taken off; strobe lights and screaming in the distance, now it was our turn. People wanted something, we wanted something. In true BSS fashion, we felt like starting over again, slower, no kick drums for the first 8 minutes. Then some kicks drums introduced themselves paired with a thunderous lightning strike in the background. We immediately felt the Ant Bangos crowd was feeling the same way we did, this was gonna be special.
What followed was one of our most special nights in 10 years of playing music together. A 4 hours set with 8 power cuts, a setting with people everywhere around you instead of only in front, no big podium, no look at me, look at you attitude. The sun came up and no power cuts for a while, electricity had been our friend once again. But when the sea gods said this is enough, the wind and waves came crashing in and told the people to go home.
It was a full circle, a literal translation of Ant Bangos, and a perfect end to our first introduction with the Opium family. Only mother Earth could stop us!