Concert / Experimental & Krautrock Diles que no me maten

Support : First Mote
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Photo 1 : Cinq hommes souriants assis dans des escaliers passant au milieu d'une zone rocailleuse.
Photo 2 : Un guitariste et un batteur jouent au milieu du public sous une lumière mauve.
Photo 3: Cinq hommes souriants assis dans des escaliers passant au milieu d'une zone rocailleuse.
Photo 1 : Cinq hommes souriants assis dans des escaliers passant au milieu d'une zone rocailleuse.
Photo 2 : Un guitariste et un batteur jouent au milieu du public sous une lumière mauve.

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Founded by brothers Raúl (drums) and Gerardo (guitar) Ponce in 2017 in a Mexico City scene set to bubble over, For Diles Que No Me Maten bonded over a shared improvisational language that grew more complex and fluid with each revelatory rehearsal and electric live performance. Together with the Ponces, Andrés Lupone (bass), Jerónimo Elizondo-García (guitar, clarinet), and Jonás Derbez (vocals, saxophone) have crafted a sound that’s as unpredictable as it is distinct.

For Diles, every note is a small step into the unknown. The band have always operated on a first-thought, best-thought basis, drawing on a jam-based, krautrock philosophy to craft intricate constructions of wiry art rock spiked with bluesy balladry and poetic mysticism. While their latest album Escrito en Agua (Writ in Water) is their most consciously crafted and accessible to date, their founding principle of slow, wide-eyed exploration is alive and well.

Extrait vidéo de Diles que no me maten — Hiriku

« The five piece, Mexico City-based band are constantly reimagining their sound, but their core practice has never wavered. »
— FADER

After pre-pubescent jam sessions in the garage, digging into the heavy riffs and rhythms of Soul Sacrifice, TNT and Little Wing, Jamie Reinert and Christophe Demart eventually got round to getting some stuff on tape under the moniker First Mote. It’s taken around 20 years, but don’t be fooled, their instrumental communion is as rough as ever. Electric baritone guitar and drums are at the centre of things, since neither of them have the real courage to sing.