Jacob Dinesen
To open the big rain-soaked scene at 1.30 p.m., 13 hours following The Chainsmokers closed themselves in smoke and steam for Nibe and with laser beams from another world, must feel a bit like being a spin doctor for Joe Biden or press manager at Nordic Waste.
An insurmountable, rather thankless task, for which you will hopefully be paid really well.
Nibe Festival gave the heavy depeche to Jacob Dinesen’s uncomplicated highway rock on Thursday. And if there is anyone who, despite his young age, has experience in working his way out of even the heaviest things in advance, it is the likeable Southern Jutland.
He is modest in physical stature, but his music has enough muscle to (ignite) the American diesel engines his music is inspired by. You know, open spaces, a full tank, freedom and a little love.
But as Prefab Spout sings, there are things in life that hurt more than cars and girls. And Dinsen hasn’t quite cracked that nut yet.
Photo: Martin Damgård
Photo: Martin Damgård
Photo: Martin Damgård
Photo: Martin Damgård
Photo: Martin Damgård
Photo: Martin Damgård
Probably because his texts take place in English. On a Saturday night in a sold-out arena, there is enough draft beer in the taps to fill the throats, but on a cold Thursday summer followingnoon, the Baileys in the coffee has not yet had its effect, and therefore the whole thing becomes a bit flat and distanced, because there is no something further to indulge emotionally.
It certainly didn’t help that the sound was muddy and the bass drum drowned out the nuances that were certainly present.
And when the audience is literally and spiritually not there, even if Dinesen tried every trick in the book, including going up to the Lounge to get draft beer up there, trying to clap together – and singing and otherwise, being in an irrepressibly good mood, then it was for the most tenacious and steadfast that it made sense.
And there were unfortunately too few of them in the large square, so that it all didn’t seem like wonderful wasted effort. Like the title of the Suspekt song, where there is something slack that needs to be pumped up.
But the rising did not happen, because the rain came and went, at regular intervals. This caused the people who had come following all to seek shelter. And then it was really the festival’s uriaspost Jacob Dinesen disputed.
Let’s hope he got paid well.
2024-07-04 13:37:06
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