Converged
Let’s try an experiment of sorts. Let’s go see gig by some unknown band or artist, and see what’ll happen. When I reached the YleX tent, I realized that the veteran punk band was not unknown to all. There was a moderate amount people in front of the stage, and I even spotted some Converge shirts in the crowd.Converge doesn’t look or sound like an American band which does help some, in my opinion. Then again, losing my other earplug doesn’t. The sound is immense. The music almost literally pierces me and pounds in my chest like its about to burst. The pit (in my days this was called pogoing…) starts off strong, but at first only a few hardcore fans thrash around in the front row.
But let’s get back to the experiment. I’ve found out that one can enjoy music at least in three different fashions:
1. Full throttle
The pit seems to be prominently a male thing, but when I finally venture into the fray, I realise there’s actually two other women there. The song list is pretty diverse, so the crowd gets a few breathers here and there, but the motion seems constant. During the third song I’m really getting excited, and suddenly know I’m standing on a slippery slope. I decide to continue, and at some point I find myself at the bottom of the pile. After a few minutes, I make up my mind and call it quits. Thanks to those who helped me back my feet.
2. The Rock’n'Roll Police
I relocate myself to stand near the mixing area. After the hammering in the pit, simple standing around and enjoyin the music seems a relief. It’s time to concentrate on the more melodic pieces. The composed audience seems interested and happy with the band’s delivery. I sway, but don’t jump around. The music feels more ethereal. The loss of earplugs is no longer a critical issue.
3. From a distance
I leave the tent. Soon it becomes clear that listening to Converge from far away and enjoying it requires drunkenness, or a sudden mental disturbance. Concentration is called for, at least from those not used to it. It’s ok, but the overall picture remains vague.
Near the end of the set the sun peeks from a crack in the cloud cover. The gloomy feeling is left behind, although Converge is not a light-hearted band for sunny days. The long career shows in the experienced, trim playing and the controlled energy usage. In the end, Converge is at its best when your right in the eye of the storm.
Text: Terhi Lilja
Pics: Lauri Tujula
Translation: Jari Rytkönen