Photos by Orlando Pina
An Under Byen concert is like a silent congregation; the crowd stands still, mouths agape in awe of the sounds emanating from the stage. A haunting cello cuts across the room and everyone makes a gesture to quiet their friends, because it sends chills down their arms. It's all so delicate, so you close your eyes and you can almost picture one person bending a saw. When you open your eyes Nils Gröndahl has abandoned his violin for a saw and you want to say something, you want to shout out, but instead everyone looks on as if they're faces were exclamation points. This is definitely one of the bands you have to see before you die or at least learn some Dutch to understand Henriette Sennenvaldt's lyrics.
By Nathan Solis