Ride, ride, my friend! - or Chris Korda in Szczecin

Chris Korda is a figure in Szczecin surrounded by a kind of dark cult in certain circles. Not only is he the founder of Church Of Euthanasia, but he also releases music for the famous Munich label Gigolo. It is no wonder that on the last Saturday in June Sonar started to fill up very quickly, I was only a little surprised by the number of people who came, who looked more like young people from the underworld who are not aware of where and why they came, than Korda fans. But more about people later...

The party was started by Tuvok, whose set included both Gigolo and Morgan Geist albums, and even a skillful house version of one of the main themes from Miami Vice... A pleasant start to the evening, the dance floor was gradually filling up, and the smoke from the joints pleasantly irritated the nostrils. After Tuvok, 105L took over the gramophones. He started with the stunning "Warriors" by Losoul and slowly, freely started to increase the tempo. The dance floor quickly waved (in some cases it had something to wave with and it looked nice). However, it was only the electric power of Shari Vari that caused euphoria, which Olek fueled until Korda's performance. A perfect, pornographic - martyrological clip of the star of the evening, played on the big screen, in which scenes of hard oral sex were combined with memories of September 11th, introduced the atmosphere, which gradually thickened.

At the same time, a certain interesting division became visible on the dance floor. On the left side, fans swayed thoughtfully, eagerly catching every sound. Among the outfits and hairstyles on the left side, 80s-style creations, intellectual, decadent-cocaine freedom, and even Kraftwerk elegance dominated. The dominant state on the left side was a slight intoxication from beer, Sophia, and THC. It was a bit different on the other side of the dance floor. There, bald and elaborately shaved, artificially tanned, pumped up on steroids, vodka, and amphetamine young men in sports-criminal outfits pranced around without restraint. They were accompanied by fluid-smeared, busty dolls whose behavior indicated an active fascination with Ecstasy tablets. Every now and then they would invade the stage, disturb the focused Korda and scream at the top of their lungs - it was one of them who shouted at Korda: Go! Go, my friend! Only the intervention of security, who chased them off the stage, cooled this plebeian enthusiasm. Chased off the stage, they milled around in a frenzy on the dance floor, every now and then one of them would stop for a moment and stare at Korda with terrifying dullness in his eyes. Go! Go! At some point I realized that the ride would only start when this mob guessed that Korda was a man in a woman's disguise. I probably don't have to add that it wouldn't have changed much here to realize that our guest was promoting suicide, cannibalism and homosexuality as a method of eliminating global overpopulation.

Luckily they didn't even guess it when Korda went down to the dance floor after the show, which was again attacked fiercely by Tuvok. Gigolo was it! Strong, electric and passionate, then 105L again, fierce and to the point... And so until the break of dawn, when still very tipsy we got into a taxi near Sonar. I recommend that the Sonar management choose their guests better: going down in history as a place where an electronics star was beaten or killed is probably not something to be proud of. Go! Go!

[radar]

The preceding is a translation. The original language is here.